Ye Tiao listened to this and subconsciously looked towards Tang Jingming.
The lighting in the bar flickered between bright and dim, giving Tang Jingming’s youthful profile a hint of wistfulness under such an atmosphere.
Seeing Tang Jingming like this, Ye Tiao flicked the ash off her cigarette and laughed, "Of course you can."
Tang Jingming was slightly taken aback.
"Otherwise, why would so many people believe in an afterlife?" Ye Tiao laughed nonchalantly, extending her hand to hook around Tang Jingming’s shoulder, "And all those ssy dreams people claim to have are responses from those who can sense it."
Tang Jingming instinctively stooped to let her lean on him, but at the sa ti couldn’t help complaining, "Being so short, you really shouldn’t try to sling your arm around people like that, okay?"
Ye Tiao slapped him on the head, "Being tall is nothing impressive. If a twenty-sothing-year-old man like you were shorter than a woman like , that would be truly disgraceful!"
Tang Jingming was so slapped he didn’t have any temper left in him.
But watching Ye Tiao’s brash behavior, the lancholy at the bottom of his heart instantly vanished without a trace.
His gaze shifted to Senior Sister below the skylight, and Tang Jingming noticed that everyone around was listening intently.
Every single person.
Their attention was wholly fixed on Senior Sister.
He had never seen such a scene around any other regular bar singer.
"Such strong stage presence," Tang Jingming suddenly said, "And that aura, the singing technique, and the playing skills don’t seem like those of soone who would just be a bar singer."
Ye Tiao’s heart skipped, feigning calmness, she asked, "What do you an?"
"She must have held concerts before, and not just once," Tang Jingming said with conviction, "Out of all the female singers I’ve t— not ten, there have been eight—none who haven’t held concerts or been adored could achieve this."
"Not to ntion the stage control, her individual talent, no matter from which aspect it’s considered, is at the top, incredibly strong."
The more Ye Tiao listened, the more uneasy she felt.
Of course she was strong!
She was Tang Wu!
But with such a significant secret at stake, Ye Tiao just kept silent and smoked, pretending to understand nothing.
Suddenly, Tang Jingming asked, "Why does she wear a mask?"
Ah, finally a question she knew how to answer.
Ye Tiao blurted out without a second thought, "She was in a fire before, disfigured, and it was particularly tragic."
"Ah..." Tang Jingming responded with sympathy, "No wonder she doesn’t work in show business anymore. So that’s what happened."
Tang Jingming’s gaze returned to Senior Sister.
He realized that even without seeing her face, there was a special aura about Senior Sister.
She was aloof, indifferent, lonely.
Sitting there, the attention of the entire room was on her.
And she remained composed.
Like soone born to be a queen.
This was an intangible atmosphere, exuding strong charisma, her presence incredibly potent.
Even the current sorrowful and peaceful song couldn’t obscure that characteristic of hers.
For a mont, Tang Jingming felt as if he saw the shadow of soone else in her.
Here it was again.
That feeling.
Tang Jingming couldn’t resist picking up his phone to take a short video and sent it to Shi Lingyan.
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[T Jingming]: [Video]
[T Jingming]: Really looks a lot like her!
Shi Lingyan looked at the string of text, his lips pressed tightly together, as his gaze returned to Senior Sister.
She was always gently strumming the strings of her instrunt, her voice clear and lodious, profound as if it were tempered by the heavy years.
Indeed, she resembled her.
But so what?
No matter how much she resembled her, she was not her.
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