Just then, Su Yan was stabbed in the eye by his flirtatious demeanor and wanted to distance herself from him, so she stood up together and followed the woman's footsteps.
The woman selected a song, "If This Doesn't Count as Love," then picked up the microphone and handed it to her.
When Su Yan took it, the prelude of the song was already playing in the room.
Although she wasn't very familiar with it, she had heard it a few times before and could grasp the basic tune, so it wasn't completely unfamiliar.
Her palm slightly tightened, clenching the microphone in hand.
Even though there were so many people in the room, her vision inexplicably blurred, and she couldn't see anyone clearly.
Faces unfamiliar made her nervous, and somewhat fearful.
Soon, the prelude ended. Su Yan raised the microphone in her hand, tightened her lips slightly, and a gentle voice spilled out from between her lips.
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Does loving mean enduring without asking whether it's right or wrong
