"How deep is my love for you, how much I love you, my feelings are true, my love is true, the moon represents my heart."
The young man in the white shirt held the microphone, like a prince on a white horse, stepping out with a handsome appearance and a magnetic voice, singing affectionately.
His gaze was fixed on Xia Shiyun, as if in this moment, there was nothing else in the world but her.
At that moment, the group of boys and girls also danced along with the rhythm, working with the young man in the white shirt to create an even more romantic atmosphere.
Intentionally designing such a scene, playing this kind of music, and singing "The Moon Represents My Heart" in such an atmosphere to a girl, the implication was self-evident.
"Wow, so handsome!"
Down below, some girls couldn't hold back and began to scream excitedly.
If the young man on stage confessed his love to them in this way, they would probably feel so blessed they might faint.
