After getting everything ready, Xu Qingqiu took a sip of water and began to relax. She started by warming up her voice, and once she felt it was nearly there, she entered the recording studio.
"COUGH, COUGH. 'Once as dark as the night each morning...'"
"'Once...'"
After several tries, she still felt something was off, always just a bit lacking.
"Yiyi, could you help me operate the soundboard and record this? I want to listen to it."
She sang through the entire piece again, but it still didn't feel quite right. For one thing, she couldn't find the right emotion; for another, her mind was preoccupied.
During a break, she sat on the sofa and finally couldn't resist checking her phone, only to find it still empty.
What on earth is Chu Tian doing?
Unable to hold back any longer, she called him directly.
In his rental room, Chu Tian was sleeping soundly, his large feet propped up on an old pillow, when suddenly the phone began to ring.
