Chapter 239: Luo Chuan’s Quiet Satisfaction
The song she had heard from the boss had a peculiar charm, and Yao Ziyan found herself humming it unconsciously.
Though the melody was somewhat unfamiliar, it carried a strange comfort, as if it painted a vivid scene with every note.
Even the lyrics evoked a story—
> Beacon smoke rises, looking for love like waves washing sand
Meeting her is like spring water reflecting pear blossom
Swing the sword to break the end of the sky, and let go of the longing
In my dreams, I'm madly worried
Regardless of the king, prince, general, prime minister
Yao Ziyan's voice was soft, almost wistful, as she sang.
As the words left her lips, she could almost see it—a once-mighty emperor, forsaking his kingdom for love, whispering his sorrow to an unfinished painting.
A tragic love story.