"Now you know what kind of person you've like for so many years, right? Are you disappointed?"
Upon noticing Han Yingying's presence, Shi Lou flashed a sardonic, cold smile, feeling like he was the butt of some joke.
"No, knowing your background, I find you even more remarkable and I'm even more convinced that I've supported the right person.
For the next ten years, and the ten after that, and every decade in my lifetime, I will continue to like you, support you.
As long as you can still sing, and I can still hear, I will listen to your songs, and support you as always."
Forcefully wiping away her tears, Han Yingying looked at Shi Lou earnestly and stubbornly, each word she uttered clear and firm.
Having been adored by everyone since childhood, she could hardly imagine how Shi Lou had persevered.
But someone who had faced such difficulties in life, yet possessed such a warm singing voice and could write such touching songs, was truly incredible!
