Mu Yichen looked at her from a distance for a few seconds, then turned around to select a song for her.
The First Love.
Qin Mu gradually began to sway with the music, moving her hands and feet, occasionally waving them.
Gray sky, your face!
Suddenly, Qin Mu began to sing, pointing her finger at Mu Yichen's sharp features.
After having loved, cried, laughed, and been in pain, only goodbye is left. My tears wet my face, losing the first person I loved feels like this.
Always thought love was the heartbeat of everything, losing love means we're slowly dying, little by little.
The moment I lost you, my heart suddenly grew old.
The day you went away.
A noisy street, unnoticed tears, left forgotten in the corner...
