Qin Qingzhuo's crying seemed to make up for all the tears she had missed in the past four years.
He had never cried for this matter over all these years, because he knew that crying was useless, and he would still have to face the matter even if he vented his emotions, so he always pretended as if nothing had happened and let them ferment and swell in his chest.
And now they have all turned into tears, pouring out continuously.
Jiang Ji's shoulders were soon wet with tears, and his tears seeped into his cotton jacket and sweater, leaving wet and warm marks on his skin.
On the speakers, the song "Fall into My Dream" has reached its end.
After a brief pause of a few seconds, another song started playing, also a melody that Qin Qingzhuo was extremely familiar with.
Different from the previous song "Fall into My Dream", after the prelude, Jiang Ji and his harmony sounded.
Jiang Ji maintained a voice slightly lower than his, still supporting him as steadily as a cloud.
As the songs played one after another, Qin Qingzhuo's emotions gradually calmed down and his tears gradually stopped.
"So you've been recording songs these days." His voice was a little hoarse from crying. "You didn't come back all night just to record these songs?"
Only then did he understand why Jiang Ji's voice sounded a little hoarse and why he had to drink mint water as soon as he came back - at first he thought it was because Jiang Ji had a cold.
"Well," Jiang Ji helped him up from his shoulders, "I originally wanted to record all the songs you sang before bringing you here, but we haven't finished recording for three nights."
"I have sung more than 70 songs." Qin Qingzhuo said in a crying voice.
"I know. 73 songs, including covers, a total of 91 songs."
"Your voice will be ruined if you record all of it."
"It's okay," Jiang Ji said as if he didn't take it seriously, "Just take care of it."
"It's not that simple," Qin Qingzhuo tried to make his voice sound steady, "The consequences of vocal cord damage are very serious. You may not even be able to sing in the future."
"It's really okay." Jiang Ji used his fingers to push his hair back, revealing his wet eyes. "I just want you to know that I can sing every song of yours. I can keep up with your entire vocal range and know exactly where you breathe. I can stand on the stage with you, support you with my voice, and listen to every rhythm and beat with you. Even if you suddenly have a problem, I can catch you up immediately so that you won't be so helpless on the stage alone."
"Qin Qingzhuo, I will support you." Jiang Ji looked into his eyes seriously and said, "You can trust me unconditionally."
Jiang Ji's eyebrows and eyes were so close that Qin Qingzhuo could see the light flashing in his dark pupils.
He didn't know why Jiang Ji would go to such lengths for him when he had clearly hurt him with his words.
He had no idea how a person like him who was absolutely pessimistic about relationships could encounter such a love that was so intense that it was almost pure.
How could I be worried about whether Jiang Ji's feelings for me had changed during these days when Jiang Ji was recording songs for me day and night
The tears that had just stopped flowing suddenly began to flow even more violently, this time silently and violently.