As the words fell, his extraordinarily handsome and distinguished face turned slightly, his gaze falling on the centre of another light source. No one could say if these words were aimed at the restless guests or at Ye Xingguang, poised to leave.
The city's most beautiful man then withdrew his gaze.
As his fingers danced across the black and white keys of the piano, his deep, peach-blossom eyes slowly closed.
As if he was brewing emotions, countless scenes and memories in his mind rewinded like a film...
Then, everyone heard Ye Junqing's singing voice.
No one knew that he wasn't singing a song, but voicing his innermost feelings, a confession he had prepared for a day and a night.
A confession written into the lyrics of the song.
He hoped she would understand.
But he foresaw that she wouldn't.
Why does it matter...
He wanted to express his sentiment to her in this way, even if she didn't understand, as long as he alone knew.
"Close your eyes,
I can hear my own heart