《As long as you love me》。

The only song on his phone playlist.

The title of the song is the most classic lyric, as long as, you love me.

……

Suddenly, Xuan Ye's heart shook slightly, and the burning pain from his throat to his chest like a raging fire became even more intense.

The foot that had already stepped out and hung in mid-air was retracted, and he sat back down, and the whole person leaned deeply into the soft sofa cushion, and suddenly sank into a dent.

Suddenly I wanted to hear this song again.

Dizzy beams of light dappled and swaying.

In the faint, Xuan Ye closed his eyes, his stunning facial features were even more obscure, and there was a sense of unprecedented ...... between his eyebrows Slumped.

With the plucked strings, the first note of the love song rises beautifully, it is a very low note, and it is a little out of harmony with the overly passionate and indulgent atmosphere in front of you.

After the prelude is played, when the first lyrics are sung, it seems to infuse a tenderness into the surrounding heat.

Extraordinary, nice to hear.

Sound quality like lake water.

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine

I'm leaving my life in your hands

……”

……

Xuan Ye's cold eyebrows moved slightly.

In fact, he didn't have much hope for singing this song, this is a hedonistic night **** paradise, the songs he sings are all oily and smooth, he just wants to listen to this song, but he didn't expect the result to be a little unexpected.

It's a very pure sound quality.

Xuan Ye slowly opened his eyes, his chin was slightly raised, and a pair of black eyes like falcons looked over.

It should be said that everyone's eyes are gathered in that place like a spotlight.

The center stage of the dance floor in the bar.

A beautiful man who plays the guitar and sings.

……

The man sat sideways in the high chair, holding the guitar in his arms, two long slender legs with his knees folded, and the guitar shrapnel in his hand was plucked very casually.

The man's face was still wearing a feather mask like many in the bar, covering his eyes, and his forehead was covered with short, fine black hair.

He will be said to be beautiful because the thin lips exposed under the mask are a very bright and sensational crimson, which is particularly charming, especially the complexion, which is very white, a cold white tone with a sense of gothic paranoia.

If it weren't for the height and sound quality, I would have mistaken it for a woman.

That person is the same as him, obviously in such an open place as a bar, but he is still wearing a pure white casual shirt, but because of this, it seems that all the yin/chaos around him is isolated, and he is alone in this world, deriving a more mysterious but pure sense of bewilderment.

……

Xuan Ye's indifferent eyes slowly condensed, looking at the corners of his lips outlined by the smile of the man on the stage, he suddenly thought of their little third son.

When the little white-eyed wolf laughed, his narrow eyes narrowed, the corners of his red mouth grinned, and he suddenly turned into a large shepherd dog that obediently wagged his tail.

That virtue......

Suddenly, Xuan Ye thought of something again, and his deep gaze suddenly dimmed.

Xuan Fei was accompanying his girlfriend in Paris at this time, and he even expected the man on the stage to be the third son.

Even if it's just for a moment...... Not a second, no, not even half a second, that shouldn't be!

Xuan Ye's throat tightened, as if an iron fist had been slammed into his chest invisibly, and he was so stuffy that he called the bartender who happened to pass by and ordered a bottle of Bowmore 1957.

The playing and singing on the stage continued.