Shen Li sang beautifully, his performance full of emotion. He captured the essence of the youthful love song perfectly, and the applause was deafening, with cheers echoing throughout the room.

Under the table, Gu Xingchuan tugged at Song Yi’s sleeve, his anger barely contained. “Let’s leave. We shouldn’t stay here.”

He now deeply regretted writing that song for Shen Li’s silhouette back then.

At graduation, he had angered Song Yi, severed all ties, and left for abroad alone. At that time, just as he was coming of age, Shen Li’s silhouette often appeared in his dreams. He mistook his feelings for him and wrote the song, believing he was in love with him.

Memories often romanticize first loves over time, like a fine wine that grows richer with age. However, upon reunion and stripping away the illusions, it could turn out to be nothing more than a jar of pickled vegetables, far from the idealized beauty once remembered.

With time, he finally understood his feelings.

Shen Li’s silhouette was indeed beautiful and would always remain in his memory, but he didn’t love the person behind it. That fleeting heart-stirring moment was just that—momentary.

Song Yi glanced at him and said, “If you want to leave, go ahead. I’ll stay to finish delivering the gifts and then head home.”

Gu Xingchuan huffed, “I’m coming with you.”

He wanted to avoid Shen Li’s endless, nauseating charm.

The crowd below was buzzing with chatter, creating a lively clamor. Shen Li, looking slightly embarrassed, stepped down from the high stool. “I’m not sure if he’s willing to speak, so let me ask him.”

Her gaze shifted to the audience, landing on Gu Xingchuan. As the lights moved and illuminated him, Song Yi had to squint against the glare.

Shen Li playfully blinked a few times and said with a light laugh, “Xingchuan, some of my friends are your fans and would love to hear you sing. Could you do me a favor?”

The crowd had just learned that “Summer Breeze” was written for Shen Li. Everyone knew his charm, but seeing even a big star like Gu Xingchuan mesmerized by him was unexpected. Some people saw an opportunity to boast about having heard him sing live and were eager to brag on social media.

Gu Xingchuan narrowed his eyes, his jawline slightly raised. “Of course, since it’s your birthday, I’ll definitely do it for you.”

Gu Xingchuan stood up, gave Song Yi’s shoulder a light pat, and said quietly, “I’ll sing this song, and then we can head home.”

Song Yi wondered whose home they were really talking about.

Gu Xingchuan strolled onto the stage, picked up an acoustic guitar from the music area, adjusted the microphone height, and sat on a high stool. With a relaxed demeanor, he strummed the guitar with his long fingers, his head slightly lowered. “Shen Li, this song is for you too.”

Everyone turned their attention to Shen Li, their expressions a mix of envy and surprise. Shen Li waved his hand, smiling softly, his gaze gentle.

Gu Xingchuan gave a faint smile, glanced over the audience, and slowly said, “The song is called ‘You Don’t Deserve It.’”

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