"You are actually the Senior Sister?"
Jian Yun’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Senior Sister had appeared and disappeared just as suddenly.
It was as if she popped up out of nowhere, became famous for a while, and then vanished without a trace.
Jian Yun had once been moved by her singing. Senior Sister’s song "Rest of Life" had touched the vulnerable part of her she dared not face.
That voice, eerily similar to Tang Wu’s, the identical style of singing, made her fall madly in love with this girl who had appeared out of the blue.
For several consecutive days, she had been obsessed, her desire to learn more about her reaching an unprecedented peak.
She listened to each song over and over, watched them repeatedly.
Then, she would search for the differences between her and Tang Wu.
She had indeed found a few discrepancies, such as the timbre of her voice.
Tang Wu’s voice was lower and more melodious, every lyric sung with a sense of story that lingered on.
While Shi Mei, she had a certain ethereal quality that Tang Wu didn’t possess. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
This kind of ethereality, as if it could cleanse and purify one’s soul, combined with Tang Wu’s unique singing method, easily gave a distinctly different feeling. Yet, in an intangible way, it resembled Tang Wu’s even more closely.
Jian Yun had excitedly shared this discovery with her husband, Tang Huai Zhang, but after hearing her out, he just held her gently, without uttering a word.
She knew that Tang Huai Zhang didn’t believe her.
Now that she was seeing the Senior Sister again, Jian Yun was obviously a bit excited. Looking at Shi Mei, there was a fiery passion in her eyes.
Shi Mei was initially puzzled by Shi Lingyan’s comment.
Since getting back together, they had both tacitly avoided discussing any matters relating to her identity. His sudden reference to "Senior Sister" was unlike his usual manner of speaking.
But now, seeing Jian Yun’s reaction, she had a sudden epiphany about why Shi Lingyan had mentioned it.
Observing the fervor in Jian Yun’s eyes, Shi Mei hesitated for a moment but then nodded.
Receiving a confirmation, Jian Yun became even more excited, saying, "Then, do you really like Tang Wu?"
Shi Mei hesitated again and then asked, "Why do you ask?"
Jian Yun, looking at Shi Mei’s face, suddenly came back to her senses and realized what she had just said. She felt a bit awkward.
Shi Mei and Tang Wu indeed shared many similarities.
But to say that she resembled Tang Wu would be exceedingly rude.
Moreover, a more sensitive issue was sharing the same man with Tang Wu in marriage.
Should she ever utter "Because you resemble Tang Wu," or "I can see Tang Wu’s shadow in you," it might very well spoil the relationship she had with Shi Mei during their time as "Xiao Wu."
Jian Yun believed no one wanted to be a substitute for someone else.
Furthermore, judging by Shi Mei’s musical style and her way of handling matters, she was a proud person, just like her "Xiao Wu."
Caught in an awkward situation, Jian Yun found it difficult to proceed with saying or not saying anything. She smiled and could only say, "Because you sing really well, especially Tang Wu’s songs. They’re truly amazing and stunning."
Shi Mei, receiving this response, felt somewhat disappointed and said, "Is that all?"
Jian Yun’s first reaction was that Shi Mei had discovered her awkward little thoughts, making her even more embarrassed as she replied, "Yes... yes, that’s it, Shi Mei. But your voice has its own unique charm. It’s wonderful. It’s rare to see someone who can both sing and dance so well, and you’re also proficient in so many musical instruments..."