A young man with beads of sweat on his forehead, handsome with a chiseled face, his cheekbones sharp and angled, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, giving off an air of unrestrained freedom.,Of course, the meaning behind this song, which Lin Xiao wrote himself, is left unsaid.,A deep, ominous voice came from outside the door. The sound appeared so abruptly, as if it had materialized out of thin air.。