Sir, You Are Bold
Editor: Atlas Studios
The next day.
When Luo Qingzhou woke up, he suddenly heard a crisp and melodious voice outside the window. Someone was singing.
Listening carefully, the lyrics went like this:
The plum blossom's performance was very impressive.
A thin jacket, light and graceful, floating in the air.
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"Plum Blossom Melodies?"
The corners of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he had an awkward expression.
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If one listened carefully, the person singing had a voice like a lark's. It was crisp and pleasant to the ears. The melody was even more elegant and exquisite.
It was originally a song about plum blossoms and moral integrity, but to Luo Qingzhou, it was an unbearable humiliation.
Luo Qingzhou put on his clothes and got out of bed. He went over and pushed open the window.
A cold wind blew against his face.
It was still snowing outside the window.