She cleared her throat, her pink lips parted slightly as she sang softly.
...
A dream in which I dream of a dream I cannot wake from
Red confined by the red thread
All the excitement left is the weary pain
No longer indifferent
When holding you from behind
Hoping to see her face
To say it's truly ironic, I don't quite understand
But still wish you did
...
Her voice filled every corner of the hospital room, melodious and gentle.
Gu Chaohan listened quietly, involuntarily painting a picture in his mind entirely of her face.
After singing, Su Yan looked up at him.
Seeing him somewhat dazed, she whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at singing..."
Gu Chaohan heard her voice and finally came back to his senses.
His lips curled slightly, a smile emerging, "No, it's very good."
It wasn't a compliment; it truly sounded good.
Su Yan smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
