Cen Heshu's opening was stunning. Though he was not as outstanding as Ye Chen, both his tone and temperament suited Funeral of Roses perfectly. His technique was also spot-on; no one could have guessed he was just a newcomer.
For a while, gifts flooded Ye Chen's and Cen Heshu's livestream rooms once again.
The comments were especially lively.
"Memories always punish those who cling to the past."
"Life is nothing more than fleeting joy and pain. Everything else is the emptiness of passing years."
"If we don't make an effort, we'll never meet again."
"o(╥﹏╥)o How many people have personally deleted someone they loved? Come on, let's talk."
"But I regret it. I've dreamed of him before. I wanted to see what he looks like now, but I can't find any way to contact him."
"It's been seven months. I haven't moved on, but I don't regret it."
"I just went through this. My heart has hurt for days now. How am I supposed to forget?"
"Once you miss it, it's for a lifetime. I'm getting married."
"Being in love can really turn a lively, cheerful person into a sensitive, paranoid wreck."
"Maybe some things have been bottled up in my heart for too long. Hearing this song makes me want to cry."
"Those dead memories suddenly started attacking me."
"I can't slack off properly, can't outwork anyone, and can't even lie flat in peace. I've swallowed this half-cooked bowl of rice again and again. I want to complain on social media, but it doesn't seem appropriate. I want to find someone to vent my pent-up feelings to, but after going through my entire contact list, I couldn't find a single person. So, as usual, I swallowed all my emotions and saw myself in other people's stories, leaving a like