The next day at noon, Ye Fan met Shen Yan at the agreed place for lunch.
Perhaps it was after a night of rest, but when Ye Fan saw Shen Yan, he found her radiant and lively, her beautiful eyes shimmering as if containing a spectrum of colors, her fair skin on her pretty face soft and delicate, with a subtle luminous glow. Her elegant dress, even prettier than the one the day before, genuinely dazzled Ye Fan for a moment.
"What is it?" asked Shen Yan, her pretty face blushing slightly.
Ye Fan withdrew his gaze and smiled, "You seem to be in high spirits, you must have slept well last night?"
"Mhm, I did have a rather comfortable sleep last night," Shen Yan said with a smile. "How's the song practice going?"
"Not bad," Ye Fan replied. "'Crying Sand' is a song that suits being sung quietly. As long as you find the right entry point, it's rather easy to sing."
Shen Yan nodded in agreement. Being a diva herself, she sang "Crying Sand"—a classic song for girls—very well indeed.
