A strum was heard! It was a sound made by the electric guitar.
The youngster jumped on the stage and smiled. She was wearing a black feather mask but the mole below her eyes looked extremely arrogant.
The moment Bo Jiu placed her fingers on the electric guitar, the atmosphere of the place heated up!
At the entrance, the police from America came in while they were making their rounds. They seemed to be doing their daily checks.
Bo Jiu stood on the stage and saw them. However, she didn't get affected at all. The black jacket and the way she held the microphone with her fingers were both handsome. Her voice floated over.
She was singing in Chinese, "The clock bell chimes the signal to go home. In his life, there seems to carry a small sigh of regret. Dark skin gives him the meaning of his life's devotion to the color struggle. The years have changed possession into loss. The set of fatigued eyes still carries hope."
