Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Let's go back seven days.

Penguin Music's Class A recording studio.

Luo Qianyu stood in front of the microphone, biting the pen cap. The sheet music for "Tornado" in front of her was covered with Xu Qing's red pen annotations.

This song was Xu Qing's trump card, which he pulled out of his drawer three days ago; it's a pure R&B arrangement.

The bass drum was completely replaced with a complex rhythm, the bass line was wildly segmented in the low-frequency range, and the guitar riff pressed down on the distortion to pull back. The whole song requires the singer's voice to have an extremely subtle "stickiness" with the rhythm: every word has to be stuck in the gap of the rhythm, casual, lazy, and yet firmly pronounced.

Luo Qianyu was overwhelmed.

She's used to singing her heart out from the moment she opens her mouth, focusing on a hard-hitting, emotionally charged style. But when singing R&B, you have to learn to be a little "bad"—hang on the beat, swing around on a swing, the more wildly you swing, the better.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the swing was flipped over.

"Eleventh time." Xu Qing's emotionless voice came from the control room. "The second line of the chorus, rushed again. R&B needs to shift its focus backward. The way you're rushing forward, all red-faced and furious, are you rushing to a brawl?"

"I know I should lean back!" Luo Qianyu ripped off her monitoring headphones, her hair a mess from scratching. "But my throat has a mind of its own! At that beat, my mouth just starts doing the splits on its own!"

"Then you'll have to talk to me."

"Xu Qing, you son of a bitch!"

On the twelfth time, the rhythm was right, but the transition was broken.

On the thirteenth time, the transitions were smooth, but the pronunciation was completely ruined.

By the fourteenth time—

"Pause." Xu Qing pressed the stop button directly. "Let's get some fresh air."

Luo Qianyu leaned against the wall of the recording studio, her pen cap almost chewed to pieces.

"No, not again."

"Your brain is full of gibberish right now; recording it a hundred more times won't help. Go home, and we'll continue tomorrow."

Luo Qianyu reluctantly took the water Xu Qing handed her and gulped down two mouthfuls. On the way home, the atmosphere in the car was extremely tense.

-

living room.

Luo Qianyu sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through her phone to clear her head, while Xu Qing went into the kitchen to heat up dinner.

She originally wanted to watch some funny videos to relieve her feeling of being crushed, but when she swiped her thumb, a trending topic popped up right in front of her.

#Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze x Adam Soulmate Couple# Explosive!

Read count: 1.2 million.

Luo Qianyu's finger froze at the top of the screen for three seconds. Reason told her not to click, but her body had already honestly poked it in.

The title of the pinned post is extremely eye-catching:

[Painstakingly compiled! A collection of irrefutable evidence of Adam x Mingyue Qingfeng's soulmate bond, including rare old photos from the Berlin era and high-resolution images of guitar silhouettes]

The first picture is a photo Adam posted on Twitter three days ago: the silhouette of an old wooden guitar with a faded clownfish sticker on the body, shining brightly in the sunset.

The second image is a blurry screenshot of the backstage corridor. The moment Adam uttered "My soul" was turned into a looping GIF by netizens, followed by three thousand comments expressing their intense interest.

The third picture is a meticulously edited poster of the two people by netizens, with Xu Qing's profile and Adam's front view put together, and the four big words in the middle: "SOULMATE".

Luo Qianyu's face changed from white to red, and then from red to black.

Good heavens, they've managed to steal the main crystal!

She gritted her teeth and brushed down line by line.

[Adam hasn't spoken of "soul" to anyone for six years, only to the moon and the breeze. It'll be hard to imagine how things will end if they don't get married soon!]

[A superstar came all the way to China to compete just to find this person—just imagine the commotion!]

【I don't care! In my heart, they are the chosen ones, Little Fish, get out of here!】

The last comment received over 10,000 likes.

Luo Qianyu decisively locked her screen. She sat on the sofa expressionlessly, exuding a murderous aura that said, "I must shed blood today."

The microwave in the kitchen made a "ding".

Xu Qing came out carrying two bowls of wontons, but before he could put them on the table, Luo Qianyu suddenly jumped up and grabbed his collar.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"The hashtag for 'You and That Foreigner' has 120 million views."

Xu Qing glanced down at her rumpled collar and said, "Stop watching that kind of mindless stuff—"

"Shut up!" Luo Qianyu shoved her phone right in front of his face, three centimeters away. "What right does he have to take a picture of your guitar? And with a heart emoji?! 120 million people are shipping this weird couple, everyone else is practically glued to their faces, and you're still acting like a dead man in meditation!"

Her lips were trembling, and her eyes were red-rimmed. It wasn't out of grievance, but pure, unbridled anger.

Xu Qing sighed helplessly as he looked at her red nose and flailing arms.

The next second, he grabbed the back of her head with one hand and pressed her down sharply.

Luo Qianyu's back slammed heavily into the soft sofa cushions. Before she could even gasp, Xu Qing had already leaned down and kissed her.

This wasn't the kind of superficial reassurance we received last time.

It was a kiss with absolute dominance and extreme aggression, silencing her completely.

Luo Qianyu struggled for two seconds, then opened her mouth and bit.

Xu Qing groaned in pain, but didn't take a step back.

Luo Qianyu opened her mouth, tilted her head back and glared at him, her teeth marks clearly imprinted on his lower lip: "You deserve it."

Xu Qing licked the slightly sweet taste of blood from the corner of his lips, pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a very low voice, "Of all the noise in this world, I only write songs for my queen."

Luo Qianyu's breathing became erratic instantly.

"It's their business if others criticize my guitar. But every note I write—" Xu Qing's slender fingers slid down her earlobe, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "will only flow in one direction for you in this lifetime."

The tears welling up in Luo Qianyu's eyes almost spilled over.

She bit her lower lip hard, stubbornly holding on and not breaking down.

Xu Qing pulled out a folded sheet of music from behind his back and handed it to her.

The cover has three words: "Tornado".

In the bottom right corner, there is a line of small English text written in pencil:

"For my queen. Let them tremble."

(To my Queen. Let these people see what true dimensional reduction attacks are all about.)

When Luo Qianyu's fingertips touched those words, she felt her fingertips burning.

She snatched the sheet music away, buried her face in his chest, and muttered a harsh remark in a muffled voice:

"Tomorrow at the recording studio, weld the doors shut!"

-

The next day, at an A-grade recording studio.

Xu Qing really did lock the door from the inside.

Luo Qianyu stood in front of the microphone, and Xu Qing didn't go back to the control room this time, but stood directly behind her.

"Chorus, start again."

Luo Qianyu took a deep breath and opened her mouth: "Love comes too fast, like a tornado—"

"stop."

Xu Qing reached out from behind and gently placed two fingers on her waist.

Luo Qianyu froze.

"The rhythm of R&B isn't something you calculate in your head; it comes from here—" He pressed his fingertips against the core of her waist and abdomen, "It grows from within your body. Don't worry about the beat; just follow my breath."

His chest pressed against her back, the rhythm of his breathing clearly transmitted through his bones—slow, steady, like the ebb and flow of ocean waves.

Luo Qianyu closed her eyes, cleared her mind of all distractions, and simply breathed in rhythm.

"Sing."

"Love comes too fast, like a tornado—"

This time, the sound flowed naturally from the core of the waist and abdomen. There was no forceful, heated argument, but rather a lazy and carefree ease that spread out completely.

"Unable to escape the storm's clutches, there was no time to run away—"

The sound transitioned smoothly over the word "escape." It wasn't a deliberate display of skill, but rather a natural and effortless glide of sound following the rhythm's momentum.

Xu Qing pressed his ear against her earlobe, his voice as deep as the last gust of wind before a thunderstorm.

Others are just passersby.

He withdrew his hand and placed it firmly on her shoulders.

"You are the only storm in my life."

Luo Qianyu's voice had a distinctly textured, tearing quality at that moment.

It wasn't that I was off-key; it was that my emotions broke through the confines of technique. That crack occurred precisely at the point in the chorus where I needed the most breath, creating a perfect opening that instantly made my voice fuller and more vibrant.

Xu Qing pressed down on her shoulder with a light touch, yet his grip was as steady as a rock.

"Remember this feeling."

Luo Qianyu didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled up wildly.

The next six days were a nightmare.

At five in the morning, Xu Qing would run five kilometers and then sprint for two sets. In the morning, he would go to the recording studio and meticulously work on the rhythm and vocal transitions of R&B, word by word. In the afternoon, he would go to the swimming pool and practice breath-holding exercises without fail. When he got home in the evening, Xu Qing would continue to work on the pronunciation and emotional nuances.

On the third day, she finally managed to hold on for six consecutive bars without taking a breath during the chorus.

On the fourth day, the articulation of the vocal transitions was completely refined.

On the fifth day, she even dared to create her own variations on the back edge of the beat.

On the sixth day, the entire song was completed in one take. The recording engineer in the control room was stunned for a full five seconds after listening to it, his hand resting on the fader for a long time before he came to his senses.

On the morning of the seventh day.

Luo Qianyu opened the wardrobe and pulled out an extremely hardcore black workwear jacket.

Xu Qing sat at the dining table, drinking porridge, and looked up.

Luo Qianyu picked up her coat and walked to the full-length mirror, putting it on deftly. The woman in the mirror was no longer the sweet and obedient girl next door; a sharpness she'd never shown before lingered on her lips.

Like a newly sharpened Tang sword, dangerous yet alluring.

"Wear this today." She raised an eyebrow.

Xu Qing paused slightly in his chopsticks. He didn't speak, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to suppress.