"Where are the lyrics?"
Zhiyun hadn't washed her hair tonight, removed the hairpin fixed at the back of her head, letting her long hair cascade down, slipped off her slippers, and climbed into bed.
"They are very good."
Zhou Liao commented seriously, "The lyrics are emotionally delicate and heartfelt, and the melody is warm enough to soothe the soul."
They were genuinely pleasant to hear.
Even though he viewed his wife's talent through rose-colored glasses, he still had a normal appreciation for music.
This was a song that could calm the soul, leaving one feeling spiritually cleansed after listening.
He felt a confident premonition that this song might also break into the mainstream.
It might not be a massive hit, but at least it would gain some popularity.
Over the past couple of years, Zhiyun's company had developed quite well.