"Lone Cloud was a guy in his twenties, and so was Yun Xiaoran."
"Lone Cloud liked singing, and so did Yun Xiaoran."
"Lone Cloud used the same guitar as Yun Xiaoran."
Shen Jin began dragging the progress bar back and forth, watching Lone Cloud sing on the screen.
His voice was steady and sounded remarkably like Yun Xiaoran's. Listening to it made her feel as though her restless mood could settle down.
Lone Cloud was still livestreaming, and Shen Jin watched the broadcast. Then she thought of Yun Xiaoran. He was probably still out shopping, picking up some local snacks for her.
But surely Lone Cloud's guitar wasn't the only one of its kind in the world?
And were Lone Cloud and Yun Xiaoran the only men in their twenties allowed to like music?
Of course not.
Why did Yun Xiaoran have to be Lone Cloud?
A self-mocking smile appeared on Shen Jin's lips. She really was getting a little too suspicious.
Otherwise, how could such a popular singer in the amateur original music scene be living right next to her without her knowing?
Besides, professional music critics and agents had already estimated what Lone Cloud's current success was worth.
A single song he released could fetch two hundred to three hundred thousand yuan in the industry. If it was an exceptional piece, even five hundred thousand wasn't out of the question.
Besides, Shen Jin knew Yun Xiaoran might have made a little money from his novels and the videos he posted on VA Station, and most of it had gone into her bank account.
How could he possibly be Lone Cloud?
But if Yun Xiaoran had known what Shen Jin was thinking, he might have laughed aloud. He had given her over a hundred thousand yuan in total that