The song was reaching its conclusion.
Zhou Yun suddenly turned her head as if someone else was calling her.
Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment, as if when he was about to leave, her deep feelings were hidden in her eyes. She quickly packed up the first aid kit, glanced at him one last time, got up, and hurried off to treat others.
The accompaniment seemed to be over, and the song also seemed to have been sung.
The camera returned to Guan Xiaohe.
Guan Xiaohe lowered the hand that had been holding the microphone to sing and sat back on the swing.
After a brief silence, the accompaniment started softly again.
Guan Xiaohe picked up the microphone once more and began to sing softly.
The song was ethereal, and the camera slowly panned out.
Behind her, the stars were sparse, and the stream flowed gently.
The dining table was set with dishes.
