"Do you remember we went out together a few days ago? You sang for me in the KTV for more than two hours. Do you know, Nan Tian, your singing is truly the worst I've ever heard in my life, bar none."
An Yiqing placed the new dishes on the table, removed the ones that had gone cold, then sat by herself on a chair by the bed, smiling gently as she recalled with Nan Tian the experiences they had shared.
"Although your singing was terrible, at that moment I was thinking, what immense strength must be contained within this girl's body to let her slender frame produce such a powerful voice? Nan Tian, do you know? In my heart, you have always been magical; you can make the people around you happy."
An Yiqing glanced at Nan Tian, who still lay curled up on the bed, motionless, unsure whether she was listening or not.
