That night, Yin Jiuling came right on time. As soon as Song Ci opened the door, she bowed to her. She even brought over some fruits.
Song Ci took the fruits and placed them aside.
"Let's get started."
"Okay."
Teaching Yin Jiuling how to act was time-consuming and laborious. Song Ci had to explain every minuscule detail to her.
Just like that, two hours passed.
Song Ci was a little tired and decided to rest for a while.
"You should rest too. We'll continue later."
"Alright."
Yin Jiuling nodded.
Song Ci picked up an apple and bit into it. Then, she began probing, "You sang well on the stage. Have you practiced that particular song before?"
Yin Jiuling shook her head.
"No. I've only heard of it."
"Really? Do you know any other songs? Can you sing for me?"
Song Ci wanted to test Yin Jiuling's singing skills.
Yin Jiuling blinked.
"Can I sing my own original song?"
