"But outside, it's a hailstorm of bullets. Where does a sheltered little girl like me find the courage to sing you a song?" She was petrified.
Chenxing's words made Gu Shaocheng laugh softly. Amidst the chaos, he remained calm and unruffled, whispering in her ear, "If you don't sing, then do something else. I'll find a way to amuse myself. You choose, Chenxing."
Although his words were lewd, they were full of arrogance as if he didn't care about the outside world at all.
She bit her lip, her brow furrowed in his arms.
She didn't even have the right to choose.
She had no choice but to take a deep breath and sing 'Warmth' to him amidst the gunfire, her palms sweating.
Under the glow of the snow outside the car, she saw Gu Shaocheng, whose face was cold and expressionless as a calm well. Yet, whenever she paused her singing, he would look down and ask, "Why aren't you singing?"
