"When did Dongning produce so many famous poets?"

Even Chen Ce panicked, silently repeating the word "Dongning" in his mind.

In a daze, Chen Ce also recalled Wu Shuping's words—"It's as if you have someone you love, someone you'd like to seek out."

yes!

Even in the most glamorous and romantic places, where can I, Chen Ce, find refuge?

Where is the person I, Chen Ce, desire?

At this moment, the melody changed, becoming more melodious and poignant.

A moment later, the songstress's soft voice drifted through the hall...

"The cicadas chirp mournfully, as evening falls on the long pavilion, the sudden rain having just ceased. At the city gate, the farewell feast is joyless; reluctant to leave, the orchid boat is urged to depart. Holding hands, we gaze at each other with tearful eyes, speechless, choked with emotion. Thinking of the journey ahead, a thousand miles of misty waves, the twilight deepening over the vast Chu sky."

Parting has always been painful, especially on this desolate autumn night. Where will I be when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight…?

Where will I be when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight?

Upon hearing these words, Chen Ce couldn't help but pick up his wine glass, a touch of sadness appearing on his face.

Tonight we drink and make merry, but where will we be when we wake up?

This place is no longer where I, Chen Ce, can be proud!

Perhaps, Dongning is the place where I, Chen Ce, can find refuge!

Go ahead, go ahead!

Thinking of this, Chen Ce picked up his wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He staggered to his feet and struggled to walk towards the door.

Behind them came the melodious and graceful voice of a songstress—

"Years will pass, and all the beautiful days and scenes will be in vain. Even if I have a thousand kinds of feelings, to whom can I speak of them?"

For a moment, Chen Ce was stunned.

To whom can I speak?

Who said that?