Liu Zhizhong indeed sang earnestly.
"I'm the tear that wanders upon the annual rings, you can still smell the scent of rouge in the wind. If I were to carve my promise on that riverbank, a river cold, a city awash with moonlight... You reside east of Qiantang, I'm to the north of Lin'an. You departed in brown attire gleaming red, the little servant with a yellow belt..."
My goodness...
A solo a cappella rendition of "Flower Demon" resonated with the soul, stunningly bringing Zhang Yuxing to tears once again.
She leaned back on the passenger seat, with the seat belt drawn over the perfect contour of her chest.
On her beautiful ice-cold face, tears rolled down, her eyes shimmered, reflecting the enchanting night lights of the city outside the windshield, the turmoil of all life could not disturb the sorrow in those autumn water-like eyes...
