"What bothers me the most is not the theft but the use of the name I chose. I am very angry about that. However, once something has been tainted, even if recovered, I would not want it anymore. Therefore, you don’t need to do anything meaningless."
"He stubbornly claims others’ things as his own. Such a person cannot be saved; he lacks ambition and is unworthy of you. When I gave you the song, I made it very clear that I must be credited, but you broke your promise, Annan!"
Annan sobbed twice, very upset, her voice trembling, "I... I know!"
But she didn’t get much chance to explain as Yuran continued, "After this song, he might end up drained of talent. He’s completely blocked his own creativity. Getting a viral hit so easily, he might lose his inspiration next. This is a psychological barrier.
But no matter, it doesn’t concern me. The most important thing is that a single song helped you see the true nature of a worthless man. Shouldn’t you be thanking me instead of wasting time apologizing?
Also, why would you want such a man? Are you sure you aren’t going to dump him?"
On the other end of the phone, Annan stood still, stunned. She had never imagined that her mistake would turn her into the one being comforted.
She initially thought Yuran would be very angry and ignore her, devastated by the thought of losing her friend. However, Yuran was comforting her instead, leaving her feeling incredibly conflicted, unsure whether to cry or laugh, but mostly just feeling sad.
The moment she saw the news today, she was furious and nearly cried, then she truly did cry, because of her boyfriend’s deceit and her guilt towards Yuran.
Yuran might not be indifferent, but because she was a friend, she was exceptionally forgiving. Anyone would be upset if their work was stolen; Yuran just didn’t want her to blame herself, even if it disgusted her internally. The more Yuran didn’t blame her, the more it troubled Annan.
"Annan, when I say it doesn’t bother me, I truly mean it. Go wash your face now and do whatever you need to do. Stop sobbing, okay? It’s not worth it!"
Annan, "I’m not crying over that jerk...sob... I just feel sorry for you, wailing..."
Feeling both embarrassed and disgraceful, Annan abruptly hung up the call and cried even harder on her bed. Yuran, bewildered, pulled the phone from her ear, a resigned smile on her lips, "Really now, between you and me, who is more aggrieved?"
She shook her head, put away her phone, and was about to turn into her house when her smile stiffened on her lips. She saw Bo Yan and Xie Cheng standing half a meter away. Slightly startled, she quickly adjusted her expression and formally greeted them, "Qi Ge, Xie Cheng Brother!"
She didn’t ask how long they had been there, nor if they had heard anything. To her, even if Bo Yan had heard something, he wouldn’t stand up for her but would rather pretend he hadn’t seen anything. Knowing the outcome, why bother?
Moreover, knowing or not knowing, what does it matter? They aren’t that close!
The two men didn’t respond to her, and she forced a smile, then turned and entered her house.
As Yuran’s figure disappeared, Xie Cheng’s wandering thoughts finally found their way back, somewhat incredulously murmuring, "Did I... Did I just hallucinate, or... Bo Yan, did you hear what I heard? Did she just experience some delusion? Should I schedule a doctor’s appointment?"
What did Yuran just say?
"Voicing Love" was written by her?