In the quiet bedroom, a soft, unaccompanied singing soon began.
The softly sung song came through the speakers.
Just then, a gentle breeze blew past the window.
The high-end sheer curtains by the window swayed slightly.
A soft, almost tearful humming was audible against the backdrop of swaying curtains.
Zheng Chao, who was holding his wife, couldn't help but shudder.
His wife, Zhao Li, sitting beside him, gradually regained her focused and dedicated expression, just like when she was filming...
...
"I can't see through you; it's your lost soul."
I can't guess the color of your eyes.
"A gust of wind, a fleeting dream; love is as unpredictable as life itself."
"What has bewitched your heart...?"
The soft murmur ended, followed by a brief silence.
Zhang Jingying's ethereal vocals are accompanied by the gentle piano accompaniment of the intro.
A slightly melancholic voice, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, like a lament.
The sudden shock sent shivers down Zheng Chao's spine.
An image of someone wearing an elegant long dress subconsciously popped into my mind.
The image of a woman singing sadly under the moonlight, like a thin mist, standing in the wilderness.
The woman stood alone, her figure thin and frail, her eyes filled with sorrow as she gazed into the distance at her armored general husband, who stood there in the vast emptiness.
It was as if the eyes were questioning the other party: were they bewitched by a demon, or were they trapped by desires they themselves could not express?
Your silhouette is swallowed up by the darkness.
"Let's see what the outcome of the peach blossoms will be."
"Looking at you holding me, your gaze is as lonely as the moonlight..."
Holy crap!!!
Zheng Chao, who had just expressed considerable skepticism about Wang Yueheng inviting other singers to perform, was among those who had expressed similar concerns.
As Zhang Jingying's beautiful voice, filled with fate and sorrow, came from the speakers, I widened my eyes and blurted out a phrase from the national treasure.
The goosebumps on my arms had just fallen off when another layer appeared the instant they appeared.
He even began to have doubts.
If Wang Yueheng himself were to sing this, would he be able to capture the poignant beauty of the song...?
Loving you is like a heartbeat, hard to feel.
"I can draw you, but I can't capture your essence."
Remembering your expression is my unwavering commitment to waiting for you.
"You are a song I can never finish singing..."
Gradually.
The couple, sitting on the sofa listening to music together, couldn't help but close their eyes as the song played.
Completely immersed in Zhang Jingying's dreamlike singing voice.
I vaguely felt that my bedroom was gradually transforming into the study of Wang Sheng, the male protagonist in the movie.
The lights in the study flickered at that moment.
This reflected the handsome general's furrowed brows and the unfathomable confusion and struggle in his eyes.
Not far away.
The enchantress Xiaowei gazed silently at the general's handsome face with her eerie yet innocent eyes.
At this moment, Wang Shenghun's soul seemed to be lost in a fog of love and demons, responsibility and desire.
"A banshee in human skin, that's too much!"
Zhao Li, who plays the demon hunter Xia Bing in the film, couldn't help but get into character again while listening to the song.
I gritted my teeth and felt both sympathy and resentment for the female lead, Pei Rong.
She instinctively reached behind her shoulder, wanting to pull out the weapon hanging behind her.
He slays the demon that appears before him to seduce the heroine's husband.
However, after touching it for a while...
But all I touched was an arm that was still swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music.
Zhao Li opened her eyes and saw her husband, Zheng Chao, also with his eyes slightly closed, wearing shorts and shirtless, leaning against her, looking completely absorbed in the song.
Unable to bear waking up from the beautiful mood brought by the song, Zhao Li shook her head helplessly.
She removed her husband's arm from her shoulder, closed her eyes again, and leaned back on the sofa.
Quietly savoring and experiencing the profound sense of destiny brought by the song...
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Note: The original singer of "Painted Skin" is Jane Zhang.
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