Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As she was about to tell the butler that she wanted to return to the front yard, she heard music from somewhere not far.
It sounded familiar and relaxing.
Qin Zhiâai refrained from asking the butler about the music, instead using her instinct to figure out where it was coming from.
Except for the music, there was no indication that anyone else was in the backyard.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
As the music got louder, Qin Zhiâai heard the familiar melody before the prelude ended. She remembered the lyrics by heart: âLetâs go back to where we started. Do you remember it rained on that day?â
She didnât sing it out loud, but she could clearly hear someone else singing loud and clear.
âYou held me tight in your arms and told me you would love me forever.â
Qin Zhiâai was very familiar with the voice; it was that of the original singer.
Did Gu Yusheng ask the butler to play this song for me on purpose?
Qin Zhiâai subconsciously turned around. She wanted to ask the butler why she had played that song for her, but she had not noticed that she had quietly left.
âIf promise could not beat time, love had reached to the end within a blink of the eyes. I cannot face your excuses and lies. I saw you kissing her face.â
Qin Zhiâai saw some lights out of the corner of her eye as she heard the word âeyesâ sung. When she turned her head back, she saw a blinding light from the upper left in the dark. By instinct, she raised her hand up to block the light, but then the light slowly moved onto the grass to create a circular spotlight.
In the center of the light, a woman with a microphone was singing with her eyes closed, âMy world has changed for you day by day. You did not notice what I have done for you. I closed my eyes to kiss you one last time. If you ever loved me before, please donât say you are sorry.â
Even though there was some distance between Qin Zhiâai and the singer, Qin Zhiâai could easily recognize that she was her favorite singer, and the original singer of her favorite song, âThe End.â
How can she be here?
Before Qin Zhiâai recovered from the surprise and shock, the light on the woman started to dim, while many lights behind the woman lit up one after another until the backyard was as bright as daylight.
Qin Zhiâai could vaguely see tiny light bulbs hanging in the air in the backyard. When she looked up at them, they looked like bright stars in the sky.
Many different-colored balloons floated between Qin Zhiâai and the woman, and the strings preventing them from floating away werenât even noticeable.
A large colored ribbon hung where each balloon was tied, and all the ribbons together danced in the air with the balloons.
Qin Zhiâai was shocked for a while as she stared at such a dreamy scene before recovering her composure.
âMy love slowly stranded in your world. I have learned how dangerous the love can be.â
She slowly walked through the sea of balloons toward the music.
As she got closer, she saw there were words handwritten on every ribbon.
She randomly pulled one ribbon close and read what it said by the light of the millions of tiny bulbs above her.