Fei Helin cast a glance askew, his lips seemingly curling in a sneer.
Xiao Yuan, catching his gaze, pretended not to care and scoffed, "This is the song that Princess Mo ordered, specifically for her husband to sing. Why should anyone else play third wheel?"
"Hey, that’s not right," Qin Fusi said with a smile, "When we’re all out having fun together, we can’t let just him assault our ears..."
Before he could finish, Yu Siqiao kicked out at him.
Qin Fusi dodged in ti and said, "Lao Fei’s singing is nice, really nice to death, especially when he sings this song. It’s like there’s truly a lover standing right in front of him. Every ti he sings, my heart aches, tsk tsk."
Xiao Yuan suddenly rembered the past.
When Fei Helin sang this song in front of her, that thick, undiluted affection...
It turned out he was the sa in front of others.
And to think she had believed...
"Co on, pick it! Pick it!" Mo Shu said, face full of anticipation, "I just want to listen, it’s all the sa no matter who sings!"
Xiao Yuan wanted to say sothing more, but the music around them had already started.
Mo Shu, still happily delighted, shoved the microphone into Fei Helin’s hands, "Co on!"
Yu Siqiao could clearly feel Mo Shu’s anticipation and joy, but her sweet face suddenly changed a lot.
He reached out and pulled Mo Shu back to him, his voice calm, "Aren’t there two guys up front tasked with running errands? You sit here for ."
Qin Fusi, the errand runner in front, "..."
Li Shaobai, the errand runner in front, "Mmm, wifey, you can’t give another man the microphone!"
Qin Fusi, "Husband, don’t be so petty, it’s not my fault your singing is awful."
Yu Siqiao felt as if his heart had been pricked.
Mo Shu couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
Yu Siqiao’s eyes, cool at the bottom, swept over them, and those two errand runners imdiately quieted down.
Xiao Yuan wanted to laugh, too, but her gaze was fixed forward without focus.
Her attention was all on the music around her, Fei Helin’s voice magnetic and incredibly distinct, "When two hearts start to shake, when your pupils learn to dodge..."
Bitterness suddenly welled up in Xiao Yuan’s heart, and she couldn’t help but look up at the screen.
And yet Fei Helin, while ostensibly close at hand, seed, in fact, to be at an unreachable distance.
"Those adventurous dreams of yours, I’ll join you in madness,
Paper airplanes eting rainy days, eventually, they’ll fall.
Too cruel words I’ll say outright, because love weighs heavy—"
Scenes from the past seed to flash before her eyes as if in winter, Fei Helin’s smiling eyes were as gentle as when they first t. He took her hand, clumsily trying to warm her with his breath, then carefully tucked her palm into his chest...
The past and the present overlapped, but Fei Helin’s indifferent gaze was now devoid of warmth.
Xiao Yuan suddenly felt as though she was struggling to breathe and opened the bottle of rum on the table, pouring herself a glass.
The chilled liquid slid down her throat, quickly breaking down into waves of warmth within her.
She put down the glass and finally felt much more relaxed.
However, when she turned her head, she ca face to face with Fei Helin’s gaze again.
He seed displeased, but more than that, indifferent.
In a mont, it was as if nothing concerned him, and he turned back to continue singing.
Xiao Yuan scoffed, leaning back on the sofa.
Mo Shu, held in Yu Siqiao’s arms, was busy placating this petty man, yet she also noticed the change in Xiao Yuan’s mood.
Seeing her gaze drift away again, Yu Siqiao felt stifled and covered her eyes with his hand, asking, "What are you looking at?"
Mo Shu blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes tickling the palm of his hand.
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