Ding Mo

Back then, he was still very poor, and his mood soured after losing a competition. She secretly bought him food to eat and even made him weed the yard as a chore.
He squatted amidst the weeds, with a tragic-hero look on his face, "Look, Xunsheng, all this is the empire I have conquered for you!"
Xu Xunsheng: "Idiot."
…
Latter, he stood before millions, with the empire at his back. But the only question he wanted to ask was, "Can we keep loving each other?"
Just like back in the day, when you fell in love with a me who had nothing.

Faithful in love

The first round of rehearsal began, and Zhao Tan signaled: one, two, three... start. Each person concentrated on their own part, playing a piece they had perfected to the extreme. They were all masters and veterans. The music flowed smoothly to the end—a flawless performance, it seemed, yet not one with much emotional fluctuation or astonishment. The only standout was Cen Ye's singing, reminiscent of the last competition night, the light singing and whispering, the gentle undulations of affection, freely caressing and soaring through everyone's ears. Even Xu Xunsheng and the others, who had heard him sing so often, still found their hearts slowly sinking into some invisible world. Thus, in the second half of the band's performance, they shone more impressively than in the first half.


Chapter 109: Frequent Gatherings, Frequent Partings (Part 1)