Yan Song held the microphone, deeply gazing at Yun Ya, like a deep pool of water, gentle enough to drown someone in its depths.
"Next year at this time, let's meet at this place." Yan Song's deep, magnetic voice sang slowly, carrying a touching tenderness, like a warm breeze in the cold winter, softening the heart unbelievably.
Yun Ya smiled at him, holding the microphone and following closely: "Remember to bring roses, wear a tie and tie on the longing...."
The gentle female voice was beautifully moving, filled with lingering emotions, like spring water nourishing the heart.
A man and a woman, like the clash of gold and stone, like jade beads falling on a plate, combining strength with grace, together composing the most moving love melody in the world.
"I will give you red roses... you know I love to cry... don't respond with a lifetime of tears."
