A tall girl in a pale pink dress sang passionately, her stunning face filled with earnestness and immersion.
The moment the girl's sweet voice rang out, many people on the bustling square immediately stopped their hurried footsteps.
Beneath the pedestrian bridge, Ling Yue, hugging a guitar, sang and played, her soft voice like the sound of an angel.
At that moment, Ling Yue seemed like a colorful sprite, her entire being radiating with bright hues.
Across from the girl, Chu Mo, who carried a pink handbag, listened quietly, looking tender and captivated.
At that moment, Chu Mo's heartbeat quickened, not because of alcohol, but as if some force within him yearned to burst forth, a feeling he had never experienced before surged within his heart.
The number of onlookers steadily grew, and everyone's gaze was fixed upon the girl, admiration and amazement evident in their eyes.
