"This song will make those who hear it be excited at first, then they'll start crying and weeping… They won't be able to help themselves."
The girl spoke in a low voice.
Ye Jian retracted her sword. As she retracted her sword, she still appeared tragic. Blood had already stained the depths of her heart.
The corners of Song Zhiqiu's eyes were red. He walked to Ye Jian's side and reached out his hand. He slowly took the sword in Ye Jian's hand and said softly, "I finally understand…"
That year, he was also present when Ye Jian was rehearsing. At that time, he was already shocked that Ye Jian, who had no dancing skills at all, could dance to such a level. Under the flashes of the blade, she perfectly portrayed the tragic and desolate scene of a hero at the end of his life. At that time, he only thought that Ye Jian was just performing.
Now, his opinion had completely changed.
She wasn't putting on a show. It was a tribute!
