"Anyway, if you're going to sell it, might as well sell it to me!"
Jiang Xinyi didn't want to see Zhou Yuwen just rashly undersell "Those Years in a Hurry."
Even though this song was written by Zhou Yuwen for another girl, for Jiang Xinyi, it held special commemorative significance. It was the first time after so long learning piano that she felt this happy playing with someone else, and also the first time playing a duet with Zhou Yuwen.
Now, every time she returns home, she sits in front of the piano and plays "Those Years in a Hurry," and every time the melody resonates, Jiang Xinyi would always recall that afternoon, the joyful moments in the villa.
So rather than watching Zhou Yuwen undersell this piece, she might as well buy it herself.
"Did I ever say I was going to sell this song?" Zhou Yuwen said, quite speechless.
"You're not selling?" Jiang Xinyi asked.
"Of course not, I don't need that 250,000."
