"…I want to travel with you through rain and sunshine,
To write the chapters of our lives on paper together,
To share laughter and tears no matter how turbulent the plot,
We will never part..."

As the song ended, Qin Luo let out a long breath, opening his eyes that had naturally closed during his immersive performance.

In front of him stood the members of the music club, each displaying a different expression, as if they had all been hit by a wave of emotions.

Some faces were marked by sadness and regret, while others showed nostalgia and sentimentality.

One person was smiling so widely that their face seemed to bloom with joy, and their body even swayed a little. If they were lying on a bed, they might have unconsciously wriggled like a worm.

The most dramatic reaction, however, came from the club president, Liu Ming. Clutching his wooden guitar, he wore a look of longing and murmured, “An Hong, I miss you…”

The strong accent of his hometown in that single phrase conveyed the depth of his feelings.