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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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
