The crowd around him grew denser.
The complex fingerstyle techniques and chord transitions flowed seamlessly under his hands.
The rhythm gradually became intense, like the surging wheat waves in the wilderness before a storm.
"♪BGM: I have crossed mountains and seas, and also traversed through a sea of people..."
Tang Song's body swayed gently with the rhythm, his voice clean and clear, yet with a richness and steadiness beyond his years.
The humble guitar and ordinary sound system were still full of infectious power.
He held the guitar, his brows smooth, exuding an artistic aura intertwined with an unintentional free spirit, radiating a charm that tugged at the heartstrings.
Audible gasps and exclamations echoed around him.
Flashlights and phone screens lit up one after another.
Xie Shuyu stood in the crowd, her gaze gradually becoming blurred, her eyes showing traces of wetness.
Her slender fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her coat.
