Su Jin had been gone for three years before Ruan Yan felt that he had finally become a voice control. The first thing I do every morning is to log in and listen to people from all over the world singing different songs. This is a habit, a habit formed unconsciously.
Habits are a terrible thing. Ruan Yan slightly raised the corners of his lips.
The beautiful emotions on many covers flashed across Ruan Yan's fingers without stopping. Ruan Yan has never heard of that, because he doesn't believe it. What can he not believe? Ruan Yan sometimes asks herself, it's not that she doesn't believe in emotions, it's just that she doesn't have the courage and doesn't want to believe that a bone-deep wound can be smoothed out so easily, nor does she believe that this will allow her to find that voice.
Ruan Yan doesn't like childish things, but he does childish things anyway.