The night was resplendent, the city lights always enchanting.
But when the cold wind swept through, you would feel as if it all was an illusion, receding into a haze, like a small grey mouse scurrying away.
Ye Feifei couldn't find Shen Sirui and walked back in disappointment.
Behind her, the piercing wedding symphony still played. It was Qi Chen's slightly melancholic voice:
Oh, my love, let's get married. I long to have a home with you... Oh, my love, let's get married. I will love you for a lifetime, I'm willing to give up everything for a happy home with you...
She remembered the first time she heard this song. The ethereal accompaniment, like chimes gently ringing, instantly captured her then lively, youthful heart.
Only then, she had some doubts. Despite being a sweet song, why did it carry a hint of sadness? Not until this moment, as she carefully listened while walking down the street, did she fully appreciate the intense sorrow it conveyed.
