The song flowed quietly through the entire silent concert hall, devoid of any ostentation, suppressing the frenzied dance of various restless instruments, like a sorrowful soul speaking its heart out after being calmed by injury.
It seemed as if time had stopped, and only the song flowed through the hall.
Shen Yan had also arrived at the scene, wearing a long duckbill cap and large sunglasses, sitting in an inconspicuous corner quietly listening to Ye Fan sing.
Although this was her second time listening, she was still fully absorbed.
Not only Shen Yan, but everyone had sunk completely, including the four mentors.
No one was crying, but tears flowed as if they weren't their own, continuously sliding down without their knowledge.
"...the sand brought by the wind passes through all memories
Everyone knows I'm thinking of you
The sand brought by the wind cries in obscurity
Could it have foretold this separation?"
