Wang Huai's voice was hoarse and low, low and affectionate.

Mao Xiaoqing held his mobile phone in one hand and his chin in the other, and looked at Wang Huai stupidly, he seemed to have held a different concert for himself in the practice room of his home.

Wang Huai sat in front of the piano and only looked at Mao Xiaoqing, his voice low and flat.

"You are the rain of my hot summer night,

Gently caress my scorching heat.

You are the way I came when I wandered thousands of miles,

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