A neutral and clean low voice slowly rose as Zhong Yuan hugged her guitar, sitting on a high stool, wearing a long plaid shirt that exuded an ultimate sense of cold detachment.
Sometimes, it's hard to describe Zhong Yuan in words. Every time you saw her, she was always brimming with a brooding, dark energy.
She smoked, drank, and was a perennial fixture in bars, with her actual appearances in a classroom for lessons being few and far between.
But even so, people couldn't bring themselves to dislike her.
At least in Jiang Shuyao's heart, Zhong Yuan was still far from being a bad element of society.
While listening, Tang Xing suddenly leaned in, "Yaoyao, do you remember that actress who became famous a few years ago for acting in that historical palace drama?"
"Which historical palace drama?"
There were many actresses who rose to fame with historical palace dramas, and Jiang Shuyao didn't usually pay much attention to them.
