C47 One Sing One

For five years, he had blamed himself. He was afraid. He was regretful. He was worried. He was in pain … But time did not stop.

What had happened could not be changed. He wanted to grasp the happiness at hand, but did not know how.

Maybe it was because his chest was too broad, or maybe it was because his voice had a magical power, Shen Qingtian rested against him for a while