When both people were drunk and had nothing left to say, Qin Yin unexpectedly chose a song, "Niuniu, today I want to sing a song for you."
"Alright." Niuniu nodded happily, though both of them were somewhat drunk.
"The love of the past rushed by, leaving nothing but wounds. You always held me tightly in your arms when I was lonely and crying. Don't say you love me when I'm lonely, unless you can truly give me happiness. The past wounds always remind me not to be tortured by love again. Don't say you love me when I'm crying, unless you won't make me sad. I don't want to hear too many false promises that make me regret love again, the mistakes committed..."
To be honest, Qin Yin's singing of this song was truly awful, awful, almost a hoarse shout.
Niuniu laughed on the side, drinking and laughing, "You sing so terribly, like you're crying."
After speaking, she fell asleep on the sofa.
However, Qin Yin's face was still smiling, uncontrollably smiling.
