Yang Ruxin sat down on the beauty couch by the window, slightly closing her eyes to enjoy this wonderful moment. Although she hadn't studied music in depth, in her post-modern life, she'd taken music classes, watched musicals in grand theaters, and sung in karaoke, feeling that her appreciation level was quite high.
At this moment, she recalled a saying: This melody should only exist in heaven; how often can it be heard on earth?
"Tired?" As the music ended, Gu Qingheng came over and picked her up, "Let's go back to the room to sleep."
Yang Ruxin comfortably nestled in the man's arms: "Gu Qingheng, is there anything you can't do?"
"As long as Xinxin likes it, I'll do it. Even if I can't, I'll learn to."
Yang Ruxin smiled, closed her eyes, and drifted into dreamland.
Meanwhile, in a forest somewhere in the wild, two masked figures met again.
