(Heartfelt thanks to 'Daydreaming~zz' for the 10,000 reward, and to 'Yunqi Qinggu' and 'God of Certain Kill' for their rewards!)
As the two fell silent, an indescribable oppression spread between them, as though it had crossed the distance separating them, linked through the phone, and passed back and forth.
Even though neither Wu Yan nor Miku could see the expression on the other person's face, perhaps because they did not have to face each other directly, the barriers around their hearts had weakened considerably.
Thus, after waiting for a long time, Wu Yan finally heard Miku speak in a somewhat despondent voice.
"No... Now, I only have one voice left..."
"Is that... so?" Wu Yan sighed, unable to hide his disappointment.
"That's truly regrettable..."
Upon hearing that, Miku fell silent again. This time, however, it did not last long. Soon, a sentence laden with an unclear, complicated emotion came through the phone and into Wu Yan's ears.
"Why are you so obsessed with my old voice? Is my current voice not pleasant to listen to?..." Although he could not see what Miku looked like at the moment, judging by the heaviness in her voice, she was probably pursing her lips and forcing those words out.
"Compared to my old voice, this one has more fans supporting it, and more people at the top of the entertainment industry value it. Why would you want me to sing with my old voice?..."
"Asking that..." Wu Yan shook his head, tossed aside the clothes in his hands, sat down on the bed, and pondered for a while before asking, "Then let me ask you this. Why do you want to sing with your current voice? Do you hate your old voice that much?..."
"How could I possibly hate it?!" Miku's voice became agitated.