Survive in the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration]

He looked at Gu Zhuo with his chin down, with smiles on his brows and eyes.

"Well, it's written for someone else."

Gu Zhuo didn't understand what it meant, she reached out and picked up a fork to roll up the noodles, tasted it and thought it was delicious.

Sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his lips, he praised: "This song is quite nice, when will it be released?"

Xia Xingmian felt that she shouldn't answer this question, even if it was vague, it was okay, but she raised her eyes and saw Gu Zhuo, and she responded with a smile: "It depends on when you sing."

Gu Zhuo was stunned, and the noodles rolled up by the silver fork fell. It took Gu Zhuo a long time to recover. She thought that Zhang Xi had already contacted Xia Xingmian, and Xia Xingmian agreed to write a song for her.

She sighed in a daze: "So that's the case."

The author has something to say: How lucky are those who can be safe and sound.

May the flowers honor the dead and the spring warm the people.