Ouyang Hao took the guitar from his assistant, sat alone on the high stool, and the moment he started to sing, the entire concert hall fell silent.
"The first time I met you, you kept your head down low, looking humble but with pride in your eyes;"
"Clearly thin and frail, yet standing with a straight back;"
"So obviously hurt, but pretending to be strong;"
"You are like the spring breeze, like the gentle rain, no, you are the air, clearly silent and invisible, yet I cannot live without you….."
...
Every word, every line, Ouyang Hao sang with all his heart.
Yixun, this song, I wrote it just for you, every word came from the depths of my heart, did you hear it?
The lighting in the audience was too dim; Ouyang Hao couldn't see the faces in the crowd. His gaze was fixed in the direction of Lin Yixun's seat, vaguely seeing a slender figure, but what he didn't know was that the person sitting there wasn't Lin Yixun.
