Xu Jiamu stopped, unable to continue on.
He felt his throat close up, his breathing becoming uneven.
The background tune continued to play, and without Xu Jiamu's voice, the original singer’s voice could be heard faintly.
"Why was love at that time so easy. When I was young, why did I allow my deepest love to be hurt..."
"Ah, why aren't you singing anymore?" Zhao Meng asked foolishly before grabbing onto a beer bottle, treating it as a microphone. Shutting her eyes, she continued indulgently along with the background music. "In this deep night, will you feel the same? Are you silently reliving everything in pain and sorrow..."
Zhao Meng seemed to have influenced the rest for they then sang in unison, "If we had been stronger, there might be no need for regret..."
Xu Jiamu froze, clenching onto the microphone tightly.
