Jiang Xue was taken aback by the voice.
Looking at Xia Xiaonuan: "What? A nursery rhyme?"
Nangong Yaoling stared at Xia Xiaonuan, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Yes... This song is called 'Bras toys,' you should know how to sing it, right?"
Jiang Xue looked confused.
Meanwhile, Liang Shaochen beside her, suddenly trembled all over.
He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Xiaonuan in disbelief.
Bras toys...
This song, he had taught it to Qiqi back then.
It was a song created by a teacher at the orphanage, taught to the children there, but Qiqi never could learn it.
Every time she sang, she would go off-key, and was often laughed at by the other kids till she cried.
In the evening, under the moonlight, Nan Mo would take Qiqi's hand and sit under the cherry blossom tree, humming that song.
The nights back then, the moon was always very bright and brilliant.
Every time he thought of those nights, he would feel warmth and happiness.
