Liu Zhizhong truly sang.
"I am the tears wandering on the rings of years, you can still smell the rouge scent in the wind. If I engrave the promise on the riverbank, a river of cold moonlight floods the city... He lives east of Qiantang, she's north of Lin'an. When he leaves, his clothes are crimson, and the little servant's waist is yellow..."
Wow...
A solo rendition of "Flower Demon" had touched the soul and unexpectedly made Zhang Yuxing cry again.
She leaned back in the passenger seat, with the seat belt accentuating the perfect contours of her chest.
On her beautiful icy face, tears rolled down, her eyes shone brightly, reflecting the enchanting night view of the city through the windscreen, nothing could disturb the sadness in her autumn water-like eyes...
She was enjoying the moment, pondering the meaning of the lyrics, appreciating a sorrowful story, and even experiencing the talent of the solo singer.