Everyone had an illness, and that was having memories.
Having a high status was inherently a lonely position to be in. The people here today had remarkable worth, but each of them was in possession of a sad and bitter past.
One would sigh endlessly when thinking of their regretful and sorrowful transient lives.
They might all have blood of steel and were used to how society worked, where the weak were ignored in favor of the strong, but even the strongest of hearts could have frail shortfalls.
This song could not help evoking their bitter memories. Not one listener was unmoved by it.
As Mu Yazhe listened, his sight gradually blurred.
He suddenly looked at Yun Shishi on the platform.
At that moment, light shone upon her silent profile. Half her face was hidden in the shadows, making it a little less vivid to the eye, but he could hear the slight pain in her voice as she sang.
