Qiao Nian was like a person drowning in darkness, unable to touch the light. She was also like a drowning person who couldn't swim to the surface.
The suffocating feeling enveloped her. Her heart seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand. It hurt terribly.
Previously, Brother Cao had only played the first part of the song for her. At that time, she was very relaxed and wholeheartedly immersed in the song. She had wanted to continue listening, but Brother Cao took the music away.
At that time, she hadn't had enough. However, because she was going on stage to perform, her mind quickly shifted away from the song.
She had never expected the difference between the first and second half of the song to be so great.
Qiao Nian frowned slightly. She didn't know under what circumstances Second Brother had composed such a completely different tune.
