"Yaoyao, do you still remember how we felt when we wrote our first song?" Lu Chen turned his head to look at Huo Yao, a flicker of bewilderment crossing his eyes.
Huo Yao’s heart tightened. She was just about to speak when Lu Chen interrupted: "Back then, we were carefree. Inspiration flowed like a spring, endless and abundant. But now..."
He paused, his voice tinged with bitterness. "We are surrounded by fame and fortune, crushed by expectations. I feel like a sponge that has been wrung dry. I can no longer write a melody that stirs the soul."
Chapter 208