I changed the world.

Guanlan Hotel is a three-star hotel located on the shore of Yunhu Lake, nestled among lush greenery. If it weren't for its somewhat outdated furnishings, its location and blend of Chinese and Western architectural styles alone would be enough to earn it a four-star rating. A black Desert Falcon drove into the hotel parking lot, and Zhang Jing helped Wei Hanxin out of the car.

Upon entering the hotel lobby, the waiter gave Wei Hanxin a slightly strange look. Her sunglasses were gone, her makeup and hair were disheveled, and she was wearing an ill-fitting men's trench coat that concealed her revealing dress. Due to a sprained ankle, she was limping.

Zhang Jing helped her walk slowly through the hotel lobby to the elevator.

"Let me take you up," Zhang Jing asked.

Wei Hanxin hesitated slightly, but finally did not refuse and nodded with her head down.

Zhang Jing escorted Wei Hanxin to her room on the third floor, then nodded to her and said goodbye.

"Then I'll leave you here and won't disturb your rest any longer."

Seeing that he didn't intend to come in, Wei Hanxin was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered and bowed, saying, "Thank you so much for today. Without you... I really... don't know how to say it..."

"Don't overthink it, get a good night's sleep, everything will be alright tomorrow."

"Um……"

"So, goodbye."

"See you."

With a cupped-hand salute, Zhang Jing turned and walked towards the elevator. Wei Hanxin watched him go downstairs with a complicated expression before turning and entering the house, closing the door behind her.

The night seemed especially cold, and Wei Hanxin subconsciously tightened her trench coat. Then she realized that she hadn't returned the trench coat to its owner.

However... next time, I should be able to wash the trench coat and return it to the owner in person, Wei Hanxin thought to herself.

A faint scent, like fresh grass, lingered around my nose—the scent of that man still lingering on the trench coat.

Wei Hanxin carefully took off her trench coat, hung it on the hanger beside her, sat on the sofa in the room for a long time in a daze, then got up and went into the bathroom...

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Chapter 165 The Brightest Star in the Night Sky

Stepping out of the elevator, Zhang Jing walked to the hotel lobby. Instead of walking directly out, he waved to a waiter standing nearby.

The waiter, who had just accompanied his female companion upstairs, seemed quite impressed and quickly approached him. "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I need a piece of paper, a pen, and an envelope. Can you help me find them?" Zhang Jing said, handing over a ten-yuan note.

He skillfully accepted the tip, pressing it into his palm, and the waiter's attitude became even more respectful: "Yes, sir, please wait a moment."

Zhang Jing nodded and walked straight to the waiting area on one side of the lobby, where he sat down on a single sofa in front of a coffee table.

Soon, the waiter came over with the items Zhang Jing had requested: several sheets of stationery with the hotel logo, a pen, and an empty envelope with the hotel logo. After placing these items on the coffee table in front of Zhang Jing, the waiter politely asked again if he had any other requests. Upon receiving no immediate reply, he left.

Zhang Jing took the letter paper, spread it on the coffee table, picked up a pen, thought for a moment, and then began to write a title on it: The Brightest Star in the Night Sky...

That's right, Zhang Jing is going to give her a song. The points he's earned on Beike Music have already proven that creating songs can indeed bring him a certain number of wish points. Of course, generally speaking, the number of wish points will vary depending on the quality and popularity of the song. Compared to the wish points provided by supernatural events, the points provided by songs are naturally relatively fewer. However, the advantage is that it doesn't require much effort, and a steady stream of points is still a source of income.

However, due to various considerations, Zhang Jing himself does not intend to make a public appearance to promote his songs. This uncooperative approach has resulted in his songs not being promoted very effectively.

This time, after meeting Wei Hanxin, Zhang Jing suddenly had a different idea. Since he didn't intend to become an idol-level musician, why not try someone else? As long as the song was written by him, judging from the nature of the wishing book, he would probably still get a share.