"Lu Xingran? Which Xing? Which Ran?" Zhao Yitong's eyes tightened.
"Stars of stars, and then of course."
"Oh... It's so full of spring." Zhao Yitong replied coldly, then murmured to himself a few seconds later. It's not the naturalness that comes after that, it's the naturalness that is full of spring.
She began to believe that this man with the most beautiful voice and the most beautiful eyes in the world, and the name that illuminated her heart, would shine brightly in her world from this moment on, and that no one could match, lighting up her sky.