"Pain, pain, pain, Sister, be gentler, gentler, gentler..."
Tong Yan finally got a clear look at his features. His finely chiseled face was like a boy stepping out of a comic; when he smiled, it was like cherry blossoms blooming across the sky. His soft flaxen hair tousled messily, covering his smooth forehead. His eyes were clear, his lips voluptuously red like precious jewels, and his black T-shirt hugged his tall and lean frame, making his skin appear even fairer.
He was dressed very fashionably, his tall and straight back bearing a large skull on his shirt, studded with spikes that shimmered under the sunlight. His hair was short, and he wore a stud earring.
This was a man favored by the heavens—no, he could only be called a big boy.
With a face full of grievance, he said, "Sister, let go of me, it hurts."
His face was too deceptive, prompting Tong Yan to instinctively release him.
His gaze passed over her, looking ahead for a moment before returning to her, grasping her hand gently. He bowed slowly, placing a soft kiss upon her hand and cheekily said, "This is your reward for helping me shake them off."
Tong Yan crossed her arms leisurely, saying, "You’re really ungrateful."
His eyes widened, and he puffed up with indignation, "Sister, many people want my kiss, you know."
"Oh, really?" Tong Yan shrugged, looking unconvinced.
The person in front of her felt terribly familiar, a familiarity that put her at ease.
"Sister, really, I’ll be famous one day! Many people will want my kisses!" he declared confidently, standing tall and proud.
"And right now?"
Like a balloon that suddenly deflated, he wilted, voice sticky with grievance, "Sister was just so violent with me, it really hurt. At most, let’s call it even."
Tong Yan raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure it was my fault just now?"
"Sister, my fault, my fault, it’s all my fault," he said pitifully.
The world always seems a bit more tolerant towards good-looking people.
Tong Yan nodded, "Knowing your mistake is good enough, I won’t pursue it further."
As she turned to leave, she was pulled back. "Sister, my name is Wen Shu, what’s yours?"
Wen Shu, a world-famous singer, fluent in many languages and effortlessly performing songs from various countries. His voice was ethereal and crisp, yet versatile in handling all styles, bringing tears with emotional songs and joy with cheerful ones. Like a magician, he orchestrated it all, leaving people enthralled. What’s more impressive is that, after so long in the entertainment industry, his eyes remained as clear as ever.
The Voice of Heaven was his most classic accolade. Blessed with such a good voice, coupled with striking looks, calling him a fairy wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
No wonder she didn’t recognize him at first; in this moment, he still carried the freshness of youth, more like a boy next door.
The desire to leave immediately changed.
Tong Yan turned around and with a bright smile said, "I’m Tong Yan."
Wen Shu instinctively glanced at her chest and mumbled softly, "Doesn’t match at all."
With a vein throbbing on her forehead, Tong Yan’s hands itched to punch him. She said coolly, "I heard that."
Wen Shu: "Sister Yan, I’m sorry."
Tong Yan: ...
For some reason, hearing his apology made her want to hit him even more.
Perhaps seeing her urge to lash out, Wen Shu clasped his hands together earnestly, "Sister Yan, I should go. I’ll repay this life-saving grace next time."
Before she could say anything, Wen Shu sprinted off.
Tong Yan smiled slyly to herself; the entertainment industry is small, they’ll cross paths sooner or later.
This debt, she would reclaim eventually.
Running into someone destined for greatness, Tong Yan felt exceptionally pleased; ever since her rebirth, her luck seemed off the charts.
Maybe it was because she left Qin Yikuo?
Yes, it must be.
In her past life, she had been blind, obsessively circling around Qin Yikuo, almost possessed, forsaking family, love, and friendship—only for him. It was an illness that needed curing.
Thankfully, she had healed.