——Soft whispers, my love, hold me tight, close to your warm heart.
——I feel your words, tender moments, blissfully shivering me.
——We are in our own world, sharing love, love that only a few understand…
The speaker system, designed to mimic an old gramophone, was playing "Speak softly love," a timeless old song with a lingering female voice whispering sweet nothings as if right into a lover's ear, like a strand of hair imbued with longing, grinding at the listener's temples.
It truly was a very soft and soothing old song. Even the hardest of hearts could melt in those sweet murmurs, enjoying a moment of comfort.
However.
What exactly went wrong?
Was it the weather? No, the sunshine outside was bright, and the warm breeze intoxicating.
Was it the surroundings? No, outside the room spring was in full swing, inside it was bright and airy, and the decor was extremely elegant and luxurious.
