Gu Xijiu continued singing the next verses.
"Love could produce the most beautiful painting in the world,
I’ve been waiting for a thousand years, and I just wanted to hear one phrase,
Could you say you love me?
Please don’t bring up the fact that we’ve missed the best time of our lives,
The melody and rhythm of the good times linger in the village beside the brook,
As it envies the lovebirds who are living their lives happily together…"
Long Siye's flute was gentle, and Gu Xijiu's sharp voice was still as good as before even though it sounded slightly hoarse due to her injury. She ended perfectly, and Long Siye’s eyes were sparkling as he held her little hand, "Xijiu, you’re the one I’ve been looking for. It’s not a lie; we’ll not miss the best time of our lives…"