Jiang Zhiyi, standing to the side, watched the preceding scene, his facial expression growing increasingly somber, his gaze complex and obscure.
He seemed to have discovered yet another unfathomably foolish mistake that he had made in the past.
Lifting his eyes again to Shen Weiyi, they were filled with guilt and remorse.
He was becoming more and more aware of just how outrageously wrong his past self had been.
But it seemed like it was all too late.
A touch of sourness involuntarily rose to the tip of Jiang Zhiyi’s nose.
The person was sitting right beside him, yet she was no longer the one who would unconditionally compromise, cajole him, indulge him, and let him recklessly rest in her embrace, ready to hold hands and hug her at any moment.
Her eyes no longer saw only him, nor would she feel for him, spoil him, indulge him.
She seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.
She was clearly within his sight, yet it seemed as if she had nothing to do with him anymore.
Even when he reached out determinedly, he couldn’t grasp her.
In the noisy KTV, everyone was talking and laughing carefreely, but this joy seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Jiang Zhiyi’s heart fell bit by bit into an ice cellar, so cold that it made one suffocate.
At this moment, Lin Xiao’s voice rang out, "Sheng, it’s rare for you to come out for an event; why don’t you sing a song for the new juniors?"
All eyes instantly fell on Sheng Ting, even the person who had been singing couldn’t help but stop.
"No thanks, I don’t really like singing," Sheng Ting declined without even lifting his brow, refusing to give extra face even though the other party was the club president.
A hint of disappointment flashed across Lin Xiao’s face; she had thought she would have the chance to hear him sing today.
After all, this was the first time he had actively participated in a club activity.
Though rejected, she wasn’t angered by it, and soon shifted her gaze to Shen Weiyi beside him, smiling, "Since Sheng doesn’t want to, how about Junior Shen sings one for us? Of course, if you want to find someone to do a duet, that’s also fine."
Honestly, Shen Weiyi wasn’t very comfortable singing in front of a bunch of strangers.
But given the circumstances and having just witnessed a refusal, if there was another refusal, the president might be somewhat embarrassed.
Shen Weiyi didn’t intend to make someone else uncomfortable; besides, it was just singing a song, hardly a bother.
Sheng Ting looked at her and said, "You can refuse if you don’t like it."
"It’s not that I don’t like it," Shen Weiyi shook her head, though she didn’t particularly enjoy it either.
Sheng Ting glanced at her expression, furrowed his brow slightly, then turned his gaze towards Xie Hongfei.
The latter caught the hint in his eyes and immediately stood up, "I’ll do it, I love singing the most. Today, I’m going to show you all what a ’microphone tyrant’ is."
His words had just fallen when Lin Xiao interrupted him, "Please, no; we’ve already had enough of your ’demonic sounds’ washing over us every time we sing karaoke; today we’d like to hear someone else’s voice."
It seemed she had no choice but to sing.
Just as Shen Weiyi was preparing to pick up the microphone, a hand next to her was quicker to speak, "I’ll do it!" Jiang Zhiyi rose from his seat, his voice slightly husky.
The dim lights cast upon his face made his expression difficult to discern, but his facial features were extremely attractive, not falling short even with Handsome Sheng beside him.
Not being able to hear Handsome Sheng’s singing but getting to hear the new handsome guy’s voice didn’t seem too bad.
Lin Xiao’s gaze flitted across the faces of Sheng Ting, Shen Weiyi, and Jiang Zhiyi, a flicker of interest passing through her eyes.
This seemed to be getting interesting.