In the world of utter darkness, blooms a musical prodigy. To the world he was a maestro, yet he himself was wrapped away from the worldly being. He was Xiao Zhan.
Innocence and purity was one, Wang Yibo was known for. Singing was his passion and so...
Walking through the hazy dews, Scent of the earth caresses me, Bringing the lifeform in sound of music, It is you're piano, That cocoons me.
In the dark when I am scared, The strings of your bow comforts me, Let me plead to you, For you're my soul, my rhythm, my music, my destiny.
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(This chapter is for you guys. So it's going to be super fluffy).
Wang Yibo's POV:
Before meeting Zhan Ge, if someone had asked me 'Do you believe in love?', I would have probably said 'My love is my music and no one can take her place'. But today, at this very moment if someone were to ask me 'Do you believe in love?' I'd probably smile and say 'I live with love'.
This man, this very soul, who was just a mere stranger a year ago, today means music to me. He is no longer just Xiao Zhan but is my Zhan Ge.
He is my music and music is my life.
They say for a musical piece to be perfect, the pitch has to be clear and quintessential. For the music to connect, the pitch must have a soul and in my life, my pitch, my unparalleled pitch is the man in front of me.
My Zhan Ge.
Without him my life wouldn't have the perfect music. My life wouldn't have had its soul. I would never have known the true meaning of being selfless. He taught me that.
He is truly the maestro.
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Waking up to his serene self, I place a chaste kiss on his lips and oh so slowly a smile forms on his face. Nudging his jaw I tease "You were awake".
