"I love who I cannot surmount, and never once felt it a mistake."
The deep singing voice on the TV resonated in the living room; Jiang Ling leaned lightly on the sofa, listening intently to each line. The more she listened, the more astonished she became—it was yet another original masterpiece.
While she was daydreaming, suddenly, a Minnan opera tune reached her ears.
"I ride a white horse, passing through the three barriers! Change into plain clothes, return to the Central Plains."
Jiang Ling's head shot up, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. The opera tune was earth-shattering, like a beam of golden sunlight breaking through the clouds, in that piercing moment, driving the song's emotion to its peak.
From tales of petty love, it suddenly elevated to the expanse of traditional folk culture. Not to mention anything else, but the song instantly acquired a different level of sophistication, instantaneously gaining deeper connotations.
