Listening to his voice coming from the speakers, Luo Xiaoqian turned her face to see Leng Zimo singing beside her, feeling that everything was suddenly like a dream.
Years ago, she had fantasized about singing a duet with him. Although this wasn’t on stage, it still felt as blissful as a dream.
"Xiao Qian, it’s your turn!"
It wasn’t until Yu Tong gently nudged her elbow that Luo Xiaoqian snapped back to reality, hastily joining in the singing.
Initially, her singing was poor due to her fluster, but by the latter part of the song, she was completely immersed.
"Turns out the person who often appears in my dreams,
Is that same vague figure in my dreams,
We have a tacit understanding
..."
This song matched both their moods so well; the two of them sang, locking eyes, unwittingly forgetting where they were.
Everyone around them was also listening intently.
The song ended.
Qin Lan led the way, whistling.
"Hug, hug!"
Only then did everyone come back to their senses and join in the chanting.
Luo Xiaoqian regained her composure, her face as red as a burning flame.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
But Leng Zimo beside her extended his arm and boldly pulled her into his embrace.
"Relax, they’re just joking."
He whispered comfortingly in her ear.

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