As a loyal fan of Zhou Wenhong, Lin Tian had browsed her information online before. She was also a woman deeply hurt by love.

When Zhou Wenhong was young, her creations were already widely circulated, and she had earned the reputation of a talented woman.

At that time, she wouldn’t write songs for so many people, only for a singer named Shen Tong, a superstar in the music world, whose gentle voice attracted countless fans.

The two were friends and confidants; it was not until ten years after they met that they broke the barrier between them and became lovers.

At that time, the news was sensational across the Celestial Dragon Continent; after all, many people thought they were a perfect couple made in heaven, and being together was what countless fans hoped for.

But later, a tragic event happened. The two had already planned their wedding when lung cancer took Shen Tong’s life. Zhou Wenhong then retired from the music scene for three years before making a comeback. She is still single until now.

Perhaps it was Lin Tian’s singing that touched the softest nerve in her heart, causing her long-suppressed emotions to be unleashed.

Zhou Mi was different; her emotional experiences were not as rich and heart-rending as Zhou Wenhong’s. She only sobbed a little and stopped, but Zhou Wenhong couldn’t stop crying.

"Should I go and comfort Mr. Zhou?" Jiang Pan Die said, knowing that story well, her heart aching as she watched Zhou Wenhong’s trembling body.

"No, the more you try to comfort her, the more she cries." Lin Tian shook his head and said.

"Then what should we do?" Jiang Pan Die looked at Lin Tian.

"Let her sleep; resting should make her feel much better." Lin Tian said as he walked forward.

Zhou Wenhong was still immersed in her world, lying on the piano and sobbing softly, her cries sounding like a cuckoo wailing in blood.

Sigh~

Emotions are contagious, and Lin Tian’s mood gradually became heavy too. He took a deep breath, trying to soothe his heart and lungs.

He gently patted Zhou Wenhong’s back, softly and tenderly, trying to relax her tense nerves, or she wouldn’t sleep well.

Tong’s expression became strange watching this scene, and she nudged Jiang Pan Die with her elbow, asking, "Does this... work?"

"I don’t know either, but Lin Tian’s medical skills are so good, he probably knows what he’s doing." Jiang Pan Die said ambiguously.

Gradually, Zhou Wenhong’s cries became softer, and Lin Tian started gently massaging her temples. Under the influence of the Spiritual Qi, Zhou Wenhong’s consciousness gradually became blurred, and she fell asleep shortly afterward. It was only a subconscious sleep, possibly waking up at any time.

Lin Tian continued gently massaging her head, his caring manner looking more like a... loving mother.

At this moment, not only Tong, but even Jiang Pan Die’s expression was a bit strange. Why did this scene look so awkward?

"Is there a resting room here?" Lin Tian turned around and asked softly, fearing to wake Zhou Wenhong, whom he had just hypnotized.

Jiang Pan Die nodded, then said softly like Lin Tian, "It’s right behind the stage; the resting room there is soundproof."

"That’s good. We should go through a less crowded place, and Tong, you should explain things to everyone, to avoid misunderstandings." Lin Tian said.

"Okay, I’ll do that." Tong nodded and walked towards the stage. It was indeed more appropriate for her to handle such matters.

Lin Tian gently picked Zhou Wenhong up and said to Jiang Pan Die and Zhou Mi, "Let’s go."

After a few steps, Lin Tian suddenly stopped, "Remember, don’t tell Ms. Zhou about me comforting her just now."

Zhou Mi and Jiang Pan Die both nodded with a smile, even if Lin Tian didn’t say so, they wouldn’t have said anything. After all, everyone has their pride, and with the age difference between the two, it was completely inappropriate for Lin Tian to comfort her like that, right?

With Tong’s explanation and Lin Tian taking a less crowded route, no misunderstandings occurred along the way. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After placing Zhou Wenhong on a chair in the resting room and covering her with a fluffy blanket, the three quietly left.

Zhou Mi glanced at Lin Tian from time to time and finally couldn’t help but say, "I’ve never heard you sing before; I didn’t know it was so powerful. Was my crying just now very embarrassing?"

Jiang Pan Die also glanced sideways, wanting to know the answer. After all, crying like a three-year-old was a bit embarrassing considering their age.

People all have vanity, and Lin Tian liked being praised, especially by beautiful women. He smiled and replied, "Not at all, why would it be embarrassing for a girl to cry? It should be endearing."

Both women’s cheeks turned slightly red, and they fell silent.

Zhou Wenhong, as the music director for the concert, was resting now, but the rehearsal couldn’t stop, as there were only four days left until the concert. It was quite stressful.

Zhou Mi, as one of the staff, wouldn’t perform on stage, only dance as an accompaniment.

She wasn’t the only one accompanying; there was an ’Feihong’ dance troupe, composed mostly of street dance club members, which originally started as a hobby but has now become more professional, rehearsing every day so they weren’t there.

Zhou Mi was supposed to be rehearsing too, but because she knew Lin Tian was coming, he only saw her among the dance troupe members.

Therefore, when Jiang Pan Die was rehearsing, it was just the two of them with free time. Anyway, Lin Tian’s skills were solid, and he could rehearse once the song was finalized because it would be adapted in time. Even if he went to practice now, it would be different when performed.

While Lin Tian and Zhou Mi were chatting about the street dance troupe, Zhuo Zuo approached them, his expression no longer as gloomy as before, instead bearing a smile.

Zhou Mi wrinkled her nose; she didn’t like this guy.

Zhuo Ming walked up to Lin Tian, extended his hand, and said, "Zhuo Ming, nice to meet you."

When he got closer, Lin Tian could smell a faint perfume, but out of politeness, he lightly shook hands with him. "Lin Tian."

"I know, you’re the famous traditional medicine genius and last year’s national entrance exam top scorer," Zhuo Ming said with a smile.

Lin Tian just looked at him, not responding.

"Alright, it seems Mr. Lin isn’t too keen on making friends with me, so I’ll get straight to the point." Zhuo Ming paused, smiled, and said, "Actually, I don’t really like you either, but Tong said I can’t mess with you. But there’s still something I want to say."

Lin Tian continued to look at him, waiting for him to go on.

"You and Pan Die are from different worlds, I hope you stay away from her, preferably never appear in front of her again," Zhuo Ming said seriously.