The headache became more and more intense, and Master Le's body was trembling uncontrollably.
In front of the TV screen.
Nana sat there blankly, not even realizing when the tears started falling from the corners of her eyes.
Within that singing voice, endless yearning was conveyed, striking her heart and soul again and again with powerful impacts.
Memories seemed to revive as well, with the headache following suit, but the figure singing in front of her was gradually emerging in her heart. She saw a flash of gold, a resilient gold that stood tall against the sky.
Instinctively, she clenched her fists, her body also trembling.
"Take me away, take me away, take me away..."
Such plaintive, such circuitous sorrow.
Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu were just as stunned, with tears also streaming down from Bai Xiuxiu's beautiful eyes. Suddenly, she felt that the man on the screen was so familiar, and the once-forgotten memories seemed to become clearer.