Tang Xin put down the guitar, the children stopped crying, and everyone had to learn to look forward; they were no exception. The more cruel the world, the more people must learn to grow up. After realizing that the closest person had left forever, they learned to be strong, holding back tears to earn the admiration of their peers.
"It's the Voice of the Wings, I recognized it."
Shu Tong, immersed in the melody, took a long time to return to his senses, chuckling as he rested his head on Tang Xin's shoulder:
"It's really nice to listen to. Destiny is such a strange thing. Who would've thought one day my sister would appear before me and sing right to me?"
"If people find out, they'd die of envy. I heard even rich people can't get tickets to Sister's concert!"
Tang Xin smiled helplessly, "It's not so exaggerated."
"The adults always talk about the city, and I often wonder, just how far is that place called Star of Art from Mermaid Town?" Shu Tong said.
