Deng Xiaohui sang a cappella, so her singing voice was pure and authentic.
She had always sung sweet songs, but her voice carried a hint of magnetism with a touch of melancholy.
The melody and flavor of this song undoubtedly matched her voice perfectly. Even without accompaniment, once she started singing, the audience felt an intense sense of age and etherealness.
It was as if they were transported back a thousand years, seeing an ancient woman sitting in a tranquil study, gazing at the snow on the plum blossoms outside the window, longing for her distant lover.
Deng Xiaohui continued singing, and the feelings of all listeners shifted constantly with her voice.
Sometimes, they stood by the pond, admiring the lotus's pure beauty;
Sometimes they held chrysanthemum flowers, climbing to peaks to gaze afar and reflect on life;
Sometimes, they sat amidst bustling scenes, witnessing the various riches of the world...
