Qin Yi had a secret no one knew: he had a thing for voices.
It wasn’t until the voice of “Chenxi Yixi” cured his insomnia that he realized he couldn’t live without her.
Xi Guan: Mr. Qin, even if you find out that I’m “Chenxi Yixi,” I still can’t sing the songs you gave me, because I... lost something I used to pride myself on.
Qin Yi: “Can you get it back?”
Xi Guan: “No.”
Qin Yi: “Then I’ll find something else for you to be proud of.”
Xi Guan: “...”
Qin Yi: “How does the title of Mrs. Qin sound?”
