Preparation for “Frozen”

Li Nianwei's "Let it go, Frozen" had ended. Tang Muxin lay in Ling Xiaoyi's arms with tears in her eyes as she smiled and said, "Sister Xiaoyi, no human is able to explain Dali's existence already. This prodigal has just played out the new song that Sister Nianwei is going to sing at her concert in perfect prodigal fashion. All the mysteriousness will be lost now!"

Ling Xiaoyi smiled and answered, "But judging from what Xinxin thinks, you don't have any objections to it, right?"

"Of course!" Tang Muxin fiercely rubbed her nose. "Actually, I'm very in agreement with him in this. Perhaps it's really like what he says—squandering takes skills. Anyway, I can't learn it!"