But today, Xiao Ye felt that he heard something else.
It was something that went beyond artistic conception, but he didn't know exactly what it was.
That feeling was too hazy to capture; all he knew was that it was extremely mysterious, something he longed for from the bottom of his heart, unconsciously drawn in by that sensation, imagining a scene.
It was rebirth.
The sound of a newborn crying as it comes into the world.
It was the sight of green shoots breaking through the soil, nourished by the gentle rain, basking in the sunlight.
It was a fledgling bird breaking out of its shell, poking its head out of the egg, looking around with curiosity.
It was too strange.
This wasn't the first time Xiao Ye had heard the two of them play "Rebirth," but today, the feeling it gave him was extraordinary.
In the past, he couldn't help but imagine.
Today, he could not only help but imagine, it also made him feel an expectation for rebirth, full of hope for the future.
