Nangong Jin's unique flavor emerged, that innate, passionate, rascally, unrestrained, even restless feeling, all expressed through music.
Then he spoke again, his voice aggressively masculine and exploding with a wild, sexy elegance, "If it wasn't ignited by your hands, it can't be called a flame; if it wasn't touched by your hands, it can't be called a gem.
You, you, you've finally appeared. We've just met and already my heart is shattered, the whole world collapsing, alas...
If it wasn't killed by your own hands, living has no meaning. You, you, you've finally appeared. We've just met and my heart is in tatters, the whole world collapsing, alas...
If I am to die in this life, it must be by your hands, it must be by your hands, it must be by your hands, alas..."
The crowd was shocked; he had remixed the song, turning it into a fiery sensation, unsuppressible, with that unrestrained heat and wildness.
