The rain outside the window poured down, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.
Ming Chen shuddered a little and instinctively grabbed Ming Ti's hand.
Ming Ti didn't bother to tease her for being timid at this moment and gently patted her back.
"You just said that the song was written for Ming Jing? How do you know that?"
"Are you silly? Look at the lyrics, 'Eyebrow like a cloud, a mirror in between, a landscape of green hills fills the view.' The second-to-last character of each line spells out Ming Jing's name. And only Ming Jing always wears white clothes. No one looks better in white clothes than her. The lyrics seemed weird to me when I first heard them. Then I dreamt of Ming Jing just now, and suddenly I thought of this song, isn't it tailor-made for her?"
Ming Ti glanced at her, "It might just be a coincidence. How could Ming Jing know a big celebrity? Ming Jing didn't even go to the concert tonight, which was a waste, letting Zhu Xiangxiang take the advantage."
