"Following the gentle curves of rivers and mountains as they rose and fell."
"Letting love run free across the Central Plains, the Northern Country, and Jiangnan."
"Facing icy blades, snowy swords, wind and rain, with affection as my companion."
"Cherishing the golden years Heaven bestowed upon me."
"To be a man of courage—why fear hardship and danger?"
"My lofty spirit remained unchanged year after year."
"To be a man meant knowing bitterness and sweetness, separating good from evil."
"All for the tomorrow of our dreams."
"Watch the iron hooves thunder across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains."
"I stood at the crest of the storm, tightly gripping the turning sun and moon."
In the fully equipped recording studio, Qin Baobao sang herself hoarse. But her voice was soft, seductive, and magnetic; she simply could not convey the song's passionate grandeur. Asking her to sing such a stirring, heroic song in that sultry voice that made men "stiffen slightly" was indeed putting her in a difficult position.
Qin Baobao sang it several times, but she was still dissatisfied. She took a sip of water to soothe her throat and panted softly.
The young man in charge of sound mixing excitedly stood up and applauded. Through the soundproof glass, he gave Qin Baobao a thumbs-up.
"Delete it for me." Qin Baobao walked out of the recording studio listlessly.
Back in her private office, Qin Baobao grew angrier and more aggrieved the more she thought about it. She grabbed her phone and sent her little brother a message: "Someone snatched my new song." She attached an emoji of someone pounding the floor and crying.
After waiting and waiting without a reply from her brother, Qin Baobao sent another message with a teary-eyed picture: "A Ze?"
After a long while, Qin Ze's