The girl lowered her head and sang one song after another.
Even though she knew that the spots on her face had already fallen into the eyes of the three people in front of her, she knew that they might not care that much, but she did.
She did not want others to see her ugly side.
Lowering her head had become her habit.
Xiao Wen stood beside Liu Qing, listening to the girl's cold and sad voice. She suddenly grabbed Liu Qing's hand and whispered,
"The song she sang was so touching. It reminded me of many things in the past."
Liu Qing didn't say anything. He just held her hand tightly.
Every song had a story and an emotion.
Although she was singing someone else's song, she could also sing her own story and express her own emotions.
It could also evoke other people's emotions through singing.
He also thought of many things in the past from those songs.
Some unpleasant memories.
