C61 You Want to Talk Business with Me?

Xu Zijiao heeded Lin Qingwan's advice and began to hum her new song in the private room. Her voice was as pristine as a mountain brook, the melody tinged with the sorrow of unrequited love, unfolding like a poignant love poem. The girl's longing was bitter and persistent, night and day, while the boy remained aloof, leaving her to grapple with her solitude and the night's darkness