Lu Xingzhi didn't care about the pitch at all. Her eyes were sparkling, shining brightly, staring directly at Huo Jincheng.
When the two of them were together, the servants usually tactfully left the scene.
They wouldn't play the role of a third wheel.
Outside the window, it was already dark, and the weather was perfect today, with a sky full of stars.
Inside the room, only the sound of a violin could be heard.
Melodic and elegant, clear and graceful.
This was a song deep with love. Although Lu Xingzhi usually listened to piano pieces more, she also enjoyed some pop music.
This was an old song, but Lu Xingzhi truly felt that this song was exceptionally beautiful.
Especially when sung by Huo Jincheng.
Unconsciously, Lu Xingzhi was already resting her chin on her hands, quietly listening to Huo Jincheng's singing.
Huo Jincheng's eyes never left her, deep and gentle.
