A few simple notes, a few lines of lyrics, Mrs. Xiang could evoke a sense of loss and melancholy in people.
Not until Gu Ran felt his chest constrict and his eyes moisten did she stop.
Zhuang Jing, Su Qing, and Gu Ran couldn't help but give a round of applause.
He Qingyan twirled her curly hair with her fingers, deep in thought—a rare sight in someone with manic syndrome, as in their brains, any problem was supposed to have a solution—whether the solution was feasible or not was another matter.
"Mrs. Xiang is still so impressive," Su Qing said admiringly.
"Do you understand now?" Yan Hanxiang asked Su Qing.
"Mm, I understand."
Gu Ran: "?"
The Bodhi Patriarch called Sun Wukong to him in the middle of the night, and Gu Ran was like an inconspicuous little Taoist at the scene of the sermon.
Zhuang Jing also made a few comments, and they exchanged their thoughts with each other.
