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"You'll remember me
whenever the west wind moves among those fields of barley,
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
as we walk in fields of gold,
So she took her love
to gaze awhile…"
Qiao Chutian's voice sung just as captivatingly, as soothingly, as movingly as Sting's, stirring an endless stream of associations in Mai Xiaomai's mind…
Suddenly, uncontrollably, Dongcheng crossed her thoughts.
Dongcheng could also sing this song.
He had learned it because he knew she liked it.
The first time he sang it to her was when they went out to the fields for a weekend getaway.
It was autumn, and golden rice fields were everywhere, undulating with the autumn breeze like ocean waves.
They walked hand in hand along the edges of those rice fields.
She started humming the tune of the song unconsciously.
Dongcheng suddenly began to sing with a clear voice.
