After a while, he saw that she finally stopped crying.
Mo Xiangwan took out a printed document from her bag, "This is a new song he wrote for you; you will absolutely love it."
Su Yu put on her black-frame glasses, quickly opened the document pouch, and took out the lyrics and music sheet to look over them seriously, her vision blurring once again.
She slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked barefooted to the piano with her white feet exposed.
She softly played and sang the new song he wrote.
"The wind passes through the night curtain, gently caressing the cheeks, gentle moonlight weaves a dreamy gauze…"
After singing five times over, Su Yu looked up and said calmly, "Xiangwan, help me arrange it; I want to sing this song at the concert."
Film festival support, black-frame glasses, Dream Echo.
Tang Song, Tang Song, at least I can be sure you don't hate me.
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Oriental Pearl Tower, ferry, Bund, Jinling Pedestrian Street, Wukang Road…