"Mr. Yu, you have finished speaking, right? Now it's my turn."
Su Chen reached out and grabbed the microphone from Yu Guangping's hand, though no one knew quite how it ended up in Su Chen's grip.
Yu Guangping couldn't help feeling depressed—he had wanted to say a few more charming words to win over Xia Qiuru's heart.
The diners in the restaurant found Su Chen's actions strange, wondering what he was up to.
Su Chen paid no attention to the others and began to speak in his distinctively masculine voice:
"In a remote backwater, in the darkness of an imprisoning life,
my years quietly passed away,
devoid of longing, devoid of inspiration,
devoid of tears, devoid of life, and devoid of love.
Now, my soul has begun to awaken:
before me you appear again,
like a fleeting illusion,
like a spirit of pure beauty.
My heart leaps in ecstasy,
for everything has awakened anew,
with longing, with inspiration,
with life, with tears, with love."