The man under the streetlight seemed to be coated with a layer of golden glow, more dazzling than the stars in the sky. Suddenly, the melody changed. The ding-dong sounds became more upbeat. Enna Clark was listening and found the tune somewhat familiar; just as she was wondering where she had heard it, a girl next to her already started screaming, excitedly pulling on someone’s arm, saying, "It’s ’Heart Rate’! ’Heart Rate’! It’s definitely ’Heart Rate’!" Enna Clark couldn’t remember ever hearing it. She was mainly surprised. Baron Lawrence could sing? And he was going to... sing here?! The man playing the piano was handsome and noble, making it hard to look away; following the melody, his eyes went directly to Enna Clark, staring at her fiercely without blinking. "Actually, this doesn’t quite seem like me Especially when I’m with friends You, the quietest in the noise Easily ignite my slowly warming heart A second ago, there was a downpour here In a second, my heart clears up because of you These words might be a bit cheesy But I believe that this is love at first sight..." Wasn’t it love at first sight for him with this woman? After a single glance at the airport, he couldn’t forget her anymore. Before he met her, he never knew he could like someone to this extent, to the point where he wished he could dig his heart out for her! Baron Lawrence’s voice was deep and mellow, a bass-like tone that seemed to caress with every word. And yet, at this moment it seemed he was in a good mood; his thin lips curled into an attractive arc, almost intoxicating the girls who were watching. They all held their breath, gazing at him. However, the man singing and playing the piano only had eyes for one person from beginning to end—Enna Clark! Even though Enna Clark wasn’t the most beautiful or eye-catching in the crowd, he only saw her, only saw that one person! Seeing that woman truly focused on him, recording him on her phone, his previously irritable heart was filled. Baron Lawrence’s hands didn’t stop moving; his lips parted. "Curious about your name, your past Want to describe your sorrow with beauty Oh, maybe this is just your mask Hesitation can’t stop me from drawing near Your lips, your scent, and your breath Hold on, give me some alcohol Won’t you be my lady, maybe Too many images flash through my mind In my crazy thoughts, it’s all you, it’s you But I’m really tryna keep it cool You’ve walked into my heart Though you’re just standing there in place The stage rises for me But I play only for you!" His English pronunciation was exceptionally standard, impeccably so, not like many singers who try hard to learn and end up sounding stiff. Baron Lawrence was speaking with a pure British accent, an elegance and nobility exuding from his very bones. He was sharp in his suit, distinguished in demeanor, his posture at the piano exuding nobility. The streetlight shone on his face, further accentuating his deep and dimensional facial contours... Many girls were already excitedly taking pictures with their phones, completely forgetting that the owner of the piano was still standing beside them; just a moment ago they had been fawning over him nonstop. Emma, he’s so handsome! It was their first time seeing such a handsome, top-quality man in real life! What a pity he has a girlfriend. But to witness such a romantic confession, they were really too lucky. No, it’s a must to capture this well and post it on my Story!