"Yes."
Ye Tianxin nodded. She clasped Li Qingcang's hand, and they clenched their fingers tightly together.
No wonder it was so.
Li Qingcang understood that why he felt as if his heart had silently cracked when he had heard that song.
At that time, he felt as if he could hear the voice from deep within his heart.
He realized that he didn't like the girl in front of him as a brother liking a sister, but a man liking a woman.
He didn't know when he began to have such feelings.
He only knew that his heart was beating for her.
"How did you like it?"
Ye Tianxin calmed the turbulent emotions in her heart and warmly said, "I didn't write that song though. It was written by someone else!"
"Then how did you know how to sing it?" Li Qingcang asked quietly.
Ye Tianxin snorted, "I learned it in my dream."
