Made Lin An'an Cry

Approximately another five minutes passed.

Xu Mo pushed the completed song toward Lin An'an.

While Xu Mo was composing, our pop diva Lin An'an had been acting like an eager child,

peeking over to see what exactly he was writing on the paper.

Yet, no matter how hard she tried,

she couldn't make out much—her view was too limited.

Now, however, Xu Mo handed the notebook to her directly,

satisfying her curiosity at once.

Lin An'an swiftly snatched the notebook and began scrutinizing it intently.

Though usually carefree, Lin An'an approached art with utmost seriousness—

it was her way of showing respect for the craft!!!

In contrast, Xu Mo took a sip of coffee and zoned out.

This song, *Letting Go*, had been a major hit in his past life.

Yet, in this world, it didn’t exist—not even the title had been used before.

Notably, the technological development in this novel’s world mirrored reality almost exactly.

Hmm??

Why hadn’t anyone else thought of it?

Good question.

Textbooks contain all the knowledge—so why haven’t you gotten into Tsinghua or Peking University?

(A certain ramen-slurping inner voice: *Because I can only roast sweet potatoes~*)

In no time, Lin An'an was captivated by the notebook’s contents.

Xu Mo’s elegant handwriting was one thing,

but more importantly—

it was the lyrics themselves.

As she read, her lips couldn’t help but softly sing along:

*"Watching you walk up to me with her...*

*All these years of youth I gave to you...*

*Only to be met with a ‘thank you for letting go’...*

*Letting go... so I could embrace the next summer...*

*Leaving all the sorrow behind on that breakup day...*

*All I can say is... I don’t regret—*

*Letting go~"*

Damn!!!

This man’s attention to detail was unreal.

Every line was meticulously crafted.

As Lin An'an sang, her eyes grew slightly red.

After all, she was a musician.

When creating a great song, the first consideration isn’t whether it moves others—

it must move *you* first.

If it doesn’t resonate with you,

how can it resonate with anyone else?

And that fine line between the self and others—

that’s what separates the masters from the amateurs!!!

Forget amateurs—even those born with silver spoons in their mouths,

raised in privilege, assume ordinary people can’t possibly struggle *that* much.

*If you’re broke, why not rent out your villa?*

*If you’re broke, why not siphon the 95-octane from your Mercedes and sell it?*

Huh???

You *dare* say you’re broke?

*If you’re broke, why not pawn your Armani belt and your girlfriend’s Hermès bag?*

Oh, you don’t have those? My bad.

You fake "ordinary" person.

Back to Lin An'an.

Before she knew it,

tears streamed down her face.

Xu Mo’s *Letting Go* fit her needs *perfectly*.

Flawlessly.

Without a single misstep.

Even if, in reality,

her history with Xu Mo wasn’t quite like this...

But who cares about reality?

Immerse yourself in the song, and that’s all that matters.

Some people sway to music.

Some tap their fingers lightly against their thighs.

Others, like Lin An'an, prefer gentle movements to find the rhythm.

There are countless ways—it varies from person to person.

*"All these years of youth I gave to you...*

*Only to be met with a ‘thank you for letting go’..."*

Lin An'an couldn’t hold back anymore and sang aloud.

After all, the private room held only her and Xu Mo.

Setting aside Xu Mo as the songwriter,

Lin An'an simply couldn’t contain herself any longer.

This song was written *for her*!!!

It matched her experiences.

It mirrored the tangled dynamic between her, Xu Mo, and Zhou Qiaoqiao.

Thankfully, Xu Mo couldn’t hear Lin An'an’s inner monologue.

Otherwise, he’d have struggled not to laugh,

pat her delicate shoulder,

and responsibly inform her:

*"That’s just your grand delusion."*

Truthfully, this song suited Yang Jingxuan, his childhood friend, far better.

Watching Lin An'an sing the lyrics,

Xu Mo grew intrigued.

Observing the diva in her element,

he had to admit—

Lin An'an’s vocals were exceptional, her voice uniquely captivating.

Hearing her sing acapella

was a spiritual experience.

Her voice was ethereal.

She captured the song’s essence perfectly on the first try—

even surpassing, in Xu Mo’s opinion, the original singer from his past life.

Words couldn’t do it justice.

If he had to explain how she nailed it so well—

was it firsthand experience??? Personal trauma???

Yeah, right.

Lin An'an, a leading lady,

would *never* stoop to being the other woman.

Xu Mo didn’t dwell on it.

He simply listened in silence.

Time slipped away unnoticed.

Eventually, Lin An'an snapped out of it,

her cheeks still bearing faint tear streaks.

She herself didn’t understand—

Why had it affected her so deeply?

It made sense, though.

*Guangzhou Love Story* hadn’t hit her as hard

because she hadn’t lived it.

But *Letting Go* struck a chord deep within her.

How could she *not* be moved?

Xu Mo smiled as he watched her regain her composure.

*"So? Decent? Think it’ll be a hit?"*

*"Incredible!!! It *will* blow up!"*

Lin An'an sniffled, her tone unwavering.

Yet when her eyes met Xu Mo’s,

her heart raced uncontrollably.

*This heart... as vast as the heavens!*

Oops—wrong script.

This long-dormant heart had reignited.

Pop diva Lin An'an’s pulse quickened—that feeling was back.

Stronger than during their collaboration on *Agent Couple*.

More intense.

More overwhelming.

To sum it up in one line:

This man’s allure was *lethal* to women.

*"Good, then,"*

Xu Mo chuckled, standing up and dusting himself off, ready to leave.

The song’s success was guaranteed.

Helping Lin An'an while pocketing some extra cash—

A win-win deal.

Xu Mo wasn’t sure how long this leisurely life would last,

but ever since the protagonist, the smirking "Dragon King" Lin Fan, had kicked the bucket,

he’d been living his best life.

Before, even his joys were bittersweet.

But now?

The bitterness was gone.

Only sweetness remained.

In *every* sense.

Lin An'an frowned, displeased at his departure.

*"Where do you think you’re going?"*

*"Home, obviously."*

*"No!"*

*"You need something else?"*

*"Yes! Something *major*!"*

The pop diva’s brows furrowed, her demeanor turning assertive.

Did he really think he could make her cry

and just walk away?

Since when did the world work like that?

She, Lin An'an, was *not* letting this man off the hook!

The consequences of reducing her to tears were severe—

And *no one* could handle them.

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