Gray Space, the entire song lasted three minutes and fifty-nine seconds.
During these three minutes and fifty-nine seconds, the only sounds in the private room were music and Wang Yu's singing; there were no other voices. Everyone was listening in silence, lost in their thoughts. Even after Wang Yu finished singing, the expected applause did not come.
After Wang Yu had finished, Zhou Qi took the microphone from his hands and placed it on the bar, her eyes glistening with a hint of tears.
At that moment, her curiosity about this man had reached an insatiable peak. She couldn't wait to fully understand him. What kind of wounds lay in his heart that made his singing so desolate and aged?
Wang Yu turned to look at everyone, smiled, and then said, "What does this mean? Even if my singing wasn't pleasant, you should at least give some comforting applause. You're hurting my pride like this."
