East Sea City, weekend.
Zhao Chun filled out the information at the post office, paid the fee, and carefully handed the packaged CD to the post office clerk.
"This item is very valuable. Make sure it doesn't get shaken or damaged, and please send it out as quickly as possible."
After repeatedly stressing this and receiving assurances from the clerk, Zhao Chun finally left with a satisfied smile.
But as if suddenly remembering something, he quickly became dejected again.
He had forgotten—just mailing a CD over wouldn't help. The Tian Family had no electricity or phonograph. How were they supposed to listen to the songs he recorded?
It seemed he would have to write a letter too.
Or maybe he could invite her to come to the city for a visit?
Would Tian Sangsang agree?
It had only been a few days since he last saw her, but Tian Sangsang's dark face lingered in Zhao Chun's mind, and even he couldn't make sense of that feeling.
