The only thing to be thankful for is that there's been no news for several days, and tonight Bai Yunqi is staying in the small courtyard for cultivation and didn't tag along.
Jiang Yuan thought that no matter how out of tune his singing was, only he and the mermaid could hear it, which at least wasn't so embarrassing.
"What should I sing?" Raindrops splattered down. He donned the rain gear specially bought from the Market to shield himself from the growing rain and sat in front of Crescent Lake, staring at the rings of ripples and cleared his throat.
He hadn't seriously sung in a long time. Back in school, he would indulge in some Ghostly Wail for a while, but since graduating and stumbling through work without earning much, it seemed like he had lost even the mood to listen to music.
Occasionally, a song would become popular in the streets, entering through one ear and exiting from the other, not even remembering who sang it, let alone the lyrics.
