Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

At 7:12 a.m., sunlight squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains, landing at the foot of the bed and slowly climbing upwards.

Luo Qianyu was woken up by the heat; an arm was wrapped around her waist, and her back was covered in sweat from the heat.

She moved slightly, still half-asleep, and then instantly became fully awake.

Skin to skin, nothing was worn under the blanket.

Last night's scenes flashed through her mind frame by frame, and Luo Qianyu's face instantly burned, turning red from her neck all the way to her ears. She shrank back into the blankets, burying her head deep inside, leaving only a tuft of hair sticking out.

The breathing behind her was so steady that she suspected Xu Qing wasn't asleep at all.

"...Are you awake?" Luo Qianyu's voice was muffled and indistinct under the covers.

No one answered, so Luo Qianyu waited another five seconds.

"Xu Qing."

Still no movement. Luo Qianyu huddled under the covers and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he was still asleep—

The arm around her waist suddenly tightened, pulling her and the blanket backward a bit. Xu Qing's voice rang out close to the back of her head, her throat still hoarse from just waking up.

"morning."

Luo Qianyu's body stiffened into a wooden board.

"Let me go."

"I won't let go."

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"Let go first. I want to get up."

"What's the rush?"

"I—" Luo Qianyu bit her lip, "I need to go to the restroom."

Xu Qing loosened his grip, and Luo Qianyu sprang out of bed, grabbed a T-shirt from the chair by the bed, put it on, ran barefoot into the bathroom, and locked the door.

The moment the door closed, she heard a very soft laugh coming from the bed.

Luo Qianyu stood in front of the sink, looking at her face in the mirror.

It was unbelievably red. And there was also—

She pulled her T-shirt collar up high.

"Xu Qing, you bastard."

There was no response from outside the restroom. Luo Qianyu washed her face, then washed it again, but the cold water couldn't quell the heat.

She lingered in the bathroom for ten minutes, but couldn't stand it any longer, so she opened the door.

The hallway was empty, but the kitchen was filled with the sounds of spatulas hitting the edge of pans and the sizzling of oil frying food.

Luo Qianyu leaned against the wall and slowly walked to the kitchen door, her gait a little unnatural.

Xu Qing stood in front of the stove, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms. She held a spatula in her right hand and the pan handle in her left, frying an egg.

Luo Qianyu leaned against the door frame, watching his back. His shirt had straight shoulder lines and a narrow waistline.

Her gaze shifted downwards for a moment, then abruptly returned.

"Have you seen enough?" Xu Qing didn't even turn his head.

"Who's looking at you?" Luo Qianyu's voice drifted away.

Xu Qing flipped the fried egg over, turned off the heat, and put it on a plate. There was white porridge cooking in a small pot next to her, and several small dishes of vegetables were chopped on the cutting board.

There was also a steamed sea bass.

Luo Qianyu sat down at the dining table, moving slowly. She grinned as she sat down, and Xu Qing came over with a plate, placing the fried eggs and side dishes on the table one by one.

Then he sat down opposite her, picked up his chopsticks, and Luo Qianyu also picked up her chopsticks.

The two of them ate a few bites.

The air was quiet. The quiet used to be comfortable; the two of them would eat separately and occasionally bicker.

There's something indescribable about the quiet now.

Luo Qianyu picked up a mouthful of porridge and stared intently at the grains of rice in the bowl.

Xu Qing put down her chopsticks and reached out to pull the sea bass to her side.

After flipping the fish a few times with chopsticks, I picked out the tenderest piece of meat from the belly of the fish and removed all the bones one by one.

Then he placed the selected fish meat into Luo Qianyu's bowl.

Luo Qianyu stared at the piece of tender white fish in the bowl, and her nose tingled with emotion.

Xu Qing used to serve her food as well.

But the significance of this action is different today.

She lowered her head and ate the fish.

"Is it tasty?"

"Um."

Xu Qing picked out another piece and put it in her bowl.

This time, Luo Qianyu didn't lower her head. She raised her eyes and looked at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was intently struggling with the fishbone, his face illuminated by the morning sunlight, revealing a layer of bluish stubble on his chin.

Luo Qianyu suddenly felt her heart filled with something.

She lowered her head and continued eating. After taking a couple of bites, she muttered something under her breath.

"last night--"

Xu Qing paused for a moment.

Luo Qianyu's ears turned red again.

"...It's nothing."

"Say whatever you want to say."

"I said it's nothing, and I mean it."

Xu Qing glanced at her, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Weren't you pretty fierce last night?"

Luo Qianyu slammed her chopsticks on the table with a "clatter".

"Xu Qing, shut up!"

"I am stating the facts."

"What's the truth?!"

"Plastic knife."

Luo Qianyu's face was no longer red, but purplish-red.

She grabbed a napkin from the table, crumpled it up, and threw it at the person.

Xu Qing tilted his head slightly, and the crumpled paper flew past his ear and landed on the ground.

"Your accuracy still hasn't improved."

"Can you please stop talking today?"

"So you're not going to eat the fish?"

Luo Qianyu's momentum waned when she saw the fish that Xu Qing had just picked up from her bowl.

She stuffed the fish into her mouth and chewed hard, until her cheeks were bulging.

Seeing her both angry and greedy expression, Xu Qing pushed the bowl of porridge in front of her.

"Eat slowly. Nobody's going to take it from you."

"You stole my chicken leg."

That happened last month.

"I hold grudges."

Xu Qing didn't reply. He lowered his head and drank his porridge, the smile on his lips never fading.

After finishing the meal.

Luo Qianyu remained motionless in front of the dining table.

Xu Qing collected the dishes and went to wash them.

The sound of the tap running was echoing in the kitchen.

Luo Qianyu sat in the chair, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on the table, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Thinking of the kiss in the study last night, thinking of what happened after the bedroom door closed—

Luo Qianyu shook her head vigorously.

I can't think about it anymore.

"What are you doing, shaking your head like that?" Xu Qing said as she came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands.

"Strengthen your cervical spine."

You are twenty-three years old.

"Can't we start taking care of our health in advance?"

Xu Qing walked to her side and glanced down at her.

Does it still hurt when you walk?

Luo Qianyu's ears suddenly flared up again.

"Can't you be normal for once!"

"I'm asking about your health, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Qianyu bit her lip and glared at him. She glared for three seconds, then couldn't continue. Because Xu Qing's eyes genuinely showed concern for her.

"...It doesn't hurt anymore," she whispered.

Xu Qing hummed in agreement.

He turned and walked over to the sofa, sat down, and picked up his phone.

Luo Qianyu watched his back, hesitated for two seconds, stood up and walked over, then plopped down next to him, pulled her legs up on the sofa, and naturally leaned against him.

Xu Qing raised his arm and let her crawl in. Luo Qianyu rested her head on his shoulder, and the distance between them completely disappeared. Luo Qianyu closed her eyes and listened to Xu Qing's heartbeat.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"We've been together for so long."

"Um."

"Last night was the first time."

Xu Qing's hand paused on her shoulder for a moment.

"Um."

Are you nervous?

Xu Qing's hands regained their mobility.

"you guess."

I guess you don't.

"Then you guessed wrong."

Luo Qianyu looked up at Xu Qing. His expression was no different from usual, but when he spoke, the tips of his ears turned a little red. After noticing this detail, she suddenly laughed and huddled in Xu Qing's arms, trembling.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

If you laugh at my ears—

"What happened to your ear?" Luo Qianyu asked deliberately.

Xu Qing reached out to pinch her cheek. Luo Qianyu tried to dodge but couldn't.

The two of them joked around on the sofa for a while when Luo Qianyu's phone rang.

She picked up the work notification and glanced at it. There was a recording session at a dubbing studio that afternoon.

"I'm going to record something this afternoon."

"What time is it?"

Two points.

"I send you."

"No need, I'll just take a taxi—"

"I send you."

Luo Qianyu looked into his eyes and rested her head back on his shoulder.

"Alright."

The sunlight in the living room gradually moved in, shining on the sofa and on the two people.

Xu Qing placed his hand on Luo Qianyu's shoulder, his thumb unconsciously rubbing against her sleeve.

Xu Qing's phone on the coffee table lit up.

He didn't look at it.

It lit up again.

Luo Qianyu reached out and took it from him. "Your phone is ringing."

Xu Qing took it and glanced at it.

Email notification.

Sender: Anonymous.

No main text.

There is only one attachment.

The format is .wav, and it's an audio file.

The filename is a string of gibberish.

Xu Qing clicked on it.

Five seconds.

Only five seconds.

A girl's voice softly hummed a melody.

There are no lyrics, it's just humming.

The voice was young, slightly hoarse, with a slight upward inflection at the end.

Xu Qing stopped, and Luo Qianyu sat up in fright.

"Xu Qing?"

"Xu Qing, what's wrong?"