"Boss Tang, can love break through all restraints?" Beside him, after listening to Luo Qinqin's song "A Thousand Years Waiting for This Moment," Gong Lang looked at Cui Xin who was picking items not far away and sighed.
Music.
He felt it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Just like love.
But he gradually realized.
It couldn't solve practical problems. At a distance, those items at the stall, he simply couldn't afford to buy them casually, and no matter how beautiful life was, it still came back to necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
Upon hearing this,
He glanced at Gong Lang.
Tang Qing didn't know how to comfort him.
Any of his words,
might affect the man in front of him, thus Tang Qing could only say, "You really have given me a tough question. If there were a standard answer, there wouldn't be so many grievances in the world."
A very neutral response.
"...Haha, indeed," Gong Lang laughed wryly.
