Jiang Miaoyu looked at Fang Qiu, astonished. She didn't expect Fang Qiu to pick such a song.
A very pleasant song.
In this song, she saw a new Fang Qiu, completely different from his usual calmness and coldness.
This Fang Qiu had a child's innocence and tenderness in his heart!
Maybe this was the real Fang Qiu.
The trio from his dorm and the other two dozen people enjoyed the singing with a content smile on their face.
As expected, Fang Qiu was doing great.
How beautiful!
"I heard Peter Pan would never grow old."
"And Jack has his harp and magic."
"I heard in the forest stood a candy house."
"Cinderella lost her favourite crystal shoes."
After eight simple lines.
The audience was completed immersed in the singing. It felt like they were doing something as a matter
