Barely suppressing the impulse in her heart, Xu Su closed her eyes and spoke softly to the figure leaning against the wall. "Xi Zirong, no matter what our relationship is, I truly, from the bottom of my heart, hope you'll be okay."
'I really wish he would shine in his own field, not look so dejected and cynical.'
'What have I done!'
'How did I let him become like this?'
Xi Zirong turned his head to look at her, the corner of his mouth lifting. "I know. Go on inside."
A heavy feeling settled over Xu Su, and she felt terrible.
'It was hard to say whether she felt more guilt or more heartache…'
Back in the private room, Xu Ran was holding a microphone, singing "Under Mount Fuji."
You only have your own two hands
An embrace can't grant you possession
To have, you must first learn to accept loss
I once roamed a path of snow
Why shed tears over something good?
Who, through love alone, can make Mount Fuji their own?
Why not pretend this feeling of sorrow
