Bai Lu used to sing, often singing at school. Her teacher praised that she had a good voice. However, no matter how good her voice was, or how much she liked dancing, it was impossible for her to become a singer or a dancer. Relying on music for a living is unrealistic.
Bai Lu's mother directly dismissed her daughter's interest. Bai Lu understood all this clearly. When it came time to choose a major, she resolutely gave up her hobbies.
Jun Ye had never heard her sing. No, maybe he had heard it during one of her school performances. But Jun Ye was known for not liking performances due to an allergy. At the mere mention of them, he would fall asleep.
Upon hearing Sister Bai Lu's unaccompanied singing now, there was a natural simplicity to her voice, like an unadorned piece of jade, smooth and beautiful. Jun Ye stood at the doorway, unable to move an inch.
Sister Bai Lu sang a folk song he had almost never heard before.
Jun Ye and Baozi listened, enraptured.
