Chapter 385 - 384: That Life Also Named Ye Xinyan
With nothing to hold her back, singing came as second nature to Ye Xinyan. In her younger years, when she faced setbacks in her job search, she and her classmates, men and women alike, would belt out the "Crying Man" series. After getting a job, she competed with colleagues to be the king of karaoke with the "Above the Moon" series. In moments of passion, when she felt her spirit soar, she sang from the "Sword like a Dream" series.
By the time she finished singing "East Wind Breaks" and "Orchid Pavilion Preface," the sun had slanted westward, and the pile of branches she thought would provide enough warmth was nearly reduced to ashes. She adopted a relaxed posture, hugging her knees, wrapped in a thick and warm cloak. As for Jiang Yifan, she had long forgotten him.
Ye Xinyan, thoroughly enjoying herself, tilted her head in thought. It seemed she had sung all the songs she liked, and the somber mood that had weighed on her heart had dissipated with the songs she had belted into the wind. Singing in the vast wilderness was more satisfying, liberating, and emotional than in a KTV private room.
It was only when she turned her head that she noticed Jiang Yifan sitting on the other side of the sheepskin. Jiang Yifan maintained the same posture he had while eating meat and drinking wine, so quiet that it almost seemed like he wasn’t there at all.
Ye Xinyan was taken aback before she came back to her senses. Had she indulged in passionate singing? Indeed, there had been singing, and it had indeed been passionate. She had satisfied her craving for loud singing and eased the lingering sadness in her heart.
But what about Jiang Yifan? What could he be feeling? Could he sit there so long without saying a word, thinking her mad? Or did he think she sang well and deduce that she had been a singer or performer in her past life, possibly regretting having brought her along and spending such close time with her?
"Lord Jiang," Ye Xinyan called out.
Jiang Yifan then turned his head, his expression unchanged, showing utmost ease and composure. But his eyes, when they met Ye Xinyan’s, were exceptionally dark and deep, like two bottomless, secluded pools.