After singing the song, Lin Shuyou left the private room and went to the restroom at the end of the hallway. He turned on the faucet and washed his face.
Since childhood, he had lived in a temple.
Although the temple was not isolated from the world, and he attended school normally, his master and grandfather were a bit old-fashioned but not at all feudal. Yet, practicing becoming an official occupied most of his extracurricular time.
It wasn't until he went to college that he had his own freedom, so he was always grateful to Tan Wenbin who took the initiative to hang out with him during military training.
But he had to admit that the things that felt suffocating during his youth might not be about the things themselves but simply a dislike for suffocation. When he finally could be indulgent, he unexpectedly found he didn't quite like such places.
"Click!"
Chen Lin stood behind Lin Shuyou and lit a cigarette.
"You sang well."
"Thank you."
