At the dimly lit concert, Jiang Qin was on stage, playing the piano.
The beautiful melody was like a feast for the ears.
"I know not how many summers and autumns have passed,
I know not how long I have been running thus
...
...
fly with me
in the perfect world..."
In a dark corner of the audience, Feng Wenxuan closed his eyes, savoring her clear, melancholic voice.
He remembered this song. An Xin had also loved it. It seemed to be "Perfect World" by a group called Shuimu Nianhua.
'It seems Jiang Qin has fallen in love with this world.'
When the song ended, though the concert was not yet over, Fu Yuxuan put on a hat and discreetly departed.
He arrived at the gates of the Empire's prison and requested a visit.
Dr. A, who was serving his sentence inside, was thrilled to hear that his son had come to see him.
"Xuanxuan!"
"Father, it's been a while."
