*****
Just now, when Mai Xiaomai had asked him to sing, he didn't think of his deceased mother, but sang quite naturally.
The death of his mother was a thorn in his heart.
However, it had been over twenty years now, and he had learned how to gradually forget the pain.
Mai Xiaomai struggled to pull her thoughts away from memories related to Cheng Dongcheng and, turning to look at Qiao Chutian again, she noticed his brooding gaze with a hint of something unusual, and assumed her brusque tone, which had made him stop singing, had hurt him. She quickly explained, "I'm sorry for making you stop singing. It's not because you were singing badly, but the song reminded me of someone and it felt painful. To be honest, you sing really well, and even if you were on stage with Sting, you wouldn't be overshadowed. If you were willing to swallow your pride and enter 'The Voice of China', I'm sure you would win the championship."
