"Perhaps a young heart is too tender, unable to withstand wind or waves... That year, I wouldn't let parting become forever."
He must have been touched, but as for the reason, even he couldn't explain.
And Cheng Weiyue sang very earnestly, somewhat immersed in her own world.
Zhou Jingwei unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and handed it to her. Cheng Weiyue took it and drank a big gulp, seeing the deep smile at Zhou Jingwei's lips, she thought he was laughing at her and chided, "I told you I don't sing well, but you insisted I sing!"
"How is it not nice?" Zhou Jingwei, with one hand on the steering wheel, freed his other hand to touch Cheng Weiyue's hair. "It's nice, just... the lyrics are too sad."
"It's just a song, why think so much about it?" Cheng Weiyue blinked and suggested, "How about I sing another one that's more cheerful?"
"Singing too much will hurt your throat," Zhou Jingwei said softly. "Let's not sing anymore, just talking is good."
