Ling Momo frantically warned herself in the depths of her heart, then she closed her eyes slightly, shutting out all the people and events in front of her, letting her mind go blank.
Gradually, Ling Momo relaxed.
The familiar music and the familiar feelings slowly swept over her.
She hooked her lips slightly, holding the microphone, and opened her mouth.
"Even if the passion has died out, this night of parting is still important. Sweet nothings and playful lies, give me a little more, don't skimp."
"The topic doesn't matter anymore, kiss me until the deep, cold late night. The bustling city lights glow brightly, yet with you, dawn was already gone."
Ling Momo had chosen Xu Meijing's "Qingcheng."
It was a very quiet song.
Yet it possessed a desolate and unparalleled beauty.
As she opened her mouth to sing the first line, the entire venue miraculously quieted down.
Ling Momo's voice was very quiet, carrying a hint of loneliness and sadness.
It shook everyone's soul.
