Chapter 742 - 750: She Panics in Suffering

That pad was just an up and down the building affair, but Jane took nearly ten minutes to go and return.

James, however, showed rare patience and waited there without going downstairs to urge her.

When Jane finally returned to the bedroom with the pad, James didn’t say much else but told her to play the MV directly for her to watch.

John Young said that the song was officially released on the internet realm at twelve o’clock last night, and after a night and a morning’s fermentation, without any Public Relations and publicity efforts, the song went straight to first place on the Song Chart, and also took third place on the twitter hot search.

The first place on the twitter hot search was James Carter’s return, the second was John Young’s drama, and the third was this song.

And Jane, who was related to the first, second, and third place, naturally went up on hot search with them; her name directly became the fourth hot topic on the hot search list.

Coco Edwards told Jane that in just one day, her fan count had risen by more than 2 million, and the rate of increase was still going up at an uncalculable rate every minute.

Jane directly opened the WhatsAPP video, as the exclusive cooperation video company, the video found here was naturally the smoothest and clearest.

"Here." Jane placed the pad on James’s knee with an expression of nonchalance that she had convinced herself to adopt after a long inner struggle.

James, focusing on the pad, realized that Jane’s mood was somewhat inexplicably down. He couldn’t help but take a closer look at her and said, "Even if the singing is bad, I won’t laugh at you."

After saying that, seeing that her expression still hadn’t changed, James frowned slightly and continued, "If the clothing is too revealing, then it’s not to be the norm, this time, let’s just forget it."

"Steel straight man," Jane muttered under her breath with a helpless tug at the corner of her mouth.

The volume on the pad wasn’t turned up very high, but since Jane was lying next to James, she could hear everything clearly from the moment the music’s prelude played.

Following the prelude was the half nursery rhyme she had adapted.

This was the first time James heard Jane singing, and he had to admit, her singing voice was very moving.

Her singing, along with the gray images in the video of several innocent children playing hopscotch, the girl’s ponytail swinging, the boy’s hand throwing pebbles onto the grid on the ground, could indeed evoke many people’s childhood memories.

Every path has a light, shining on the way home for those returning;

That’s the direction they go and come back from.

Every window has a light, guiding the tired birds home at night;

That’s the divine light that shelters them from wind and rain.

Oh crescent moon, you shine even brighter than them.

Can you tell me, the path under my feet;

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Dear daddy and mommy, I want to make a pact with you.

No matter how hard or tiring it gets, I won’t give up on finding my way home.

So, please don’t give up on me either.

The music slowly, slowly came to an end, and what lingered around James’s heart was still the sound of Jane’s singing, what was etched into his mind was her, dressed in a white dress, standing on the desolate seashore and grassy land, with reddened eyes, holding back tears as she sang about whether someone could tell me, why was I the only one forgotten?

Forgotten to be given a path.

Forgotten to be given a light.

Forgotten to be guided in direction, to dispel the fog, and find my way home.