"Does it sound good?" she asked expectantly.
"It sounds great!" Mu Liang's response felt much more sincere than his previous remark about the food.
Qiao Xia beamed, holding her guitar like a girl chasing love. Her youthful face was like the morning sun, scattering rays of light everywhere, bathing him in unparalleled serenity.
Death is not something to fear.
He has never feared death.
The only fear is that death might take her away from him.
"How long have you been preparing this song?"
"I've always known how to sing this song. During my time at the Oasis, when I had free time, I loved playing the guitar by the lakeside with Elizabeth and Xiao Ying. Xiao Ying played particularly well and even taught me several Middle Eastern tunes. I found them too sad, so I rarely played them. She also taught me some culturally characteristic songs. Would you like to hear them?" Qiao Xia smiled at him, "There's one song I really love."
