Chapter 308 - Overnight Sensation

As the last note of “Only Love” fell, the audience was still silent, barring some faint sobs, as a gleam of tears could be seen below.

Ye Fan bowed to everyone in gratitude, then without any hesitation or reluctance, turned and left the stage directly.

Mo Xiaoyan snapped out of her trance induced by the singing; there wasn’t even time to bring out her handkerchief to wipe the tear streaks off her pretty face.

She refocused her gaze on the stage, looking for that tall figure, but found the stage to be empty.

“Where did my brother-in-law go?

How could he suddenly disappear?” she couldn’t help but inwardly shout.

Unconsciously, she had already accepted Ye Fan as her brother-in-law and took pride in him.

One song, “Only Love,” had utterly conquered her.

Sitting beside her, Dongfang Yun Qi also snapped out of the song’s spell and used a handkerchief to gracefully wipe away the tears on her pretty face, thinking: It was so touching, so exquisite.

I must have heard this voice before.

Could it be Ye Fan?

At this thought, she longed to immediately call Ye Fan to confirm, but her dignified disposition made her calm herself, deciding to subtly probe Ye Fan the next time they met, to confirm her suspicion.

Not far from them, Li Zhaojun stared blankly at the empty stage, her thoughts in her heart churning like a tide: It must be him.

Although the singing voice differed from his usual speaking voice, I could never mistake the unique qualities of his voice.

I never expected he could sing so touchingly.

However, why did he wear a mask?

And why disguise himself so scrupulously, as if he feared being recognized?

Is it for promotional hype, or is there another reason?

As she pondered and guessed, suddenly a tender and fragrant figure threw itself into her arms, hugging her tightly, crying with a whimper, “Wuu wuu wuu…

The Prisoner Number Two is so pitiful, reincarnated for thousands of years only to hold his lover’s hand, and in the end died after only one glance at his lover’s beautiful face…

wuu wuu wuu…”

Li Zhaojun’s train of thought was interrupted by Zhao Tianya.

Coming back to reality, she spoke irritably, “What are you talking about?

Prisoner Number Two is just a singer.

What about reincarnating for thousands of years?

It’s just a song, you can’t take it seriously.”

“Wuu wuu…

But, he sang it so touchingly, as if from the heart.

If it wasn’t his own experience, how could he sing it with such heart-wrenching emotion?” Zhao Tianya cried, “Zhao Jun, everyone says you’re cold, but I only realized today just how cold you truly are.

Wuu wuu wuu…

my Prisoner Number Two…”

Li Zhaojun was at a loss for words, helplessly sighed, thinking her best friend was just too emotional.

Thus, she could only comfort Zhao Tianya as per her friend’s sentiments.

Liu Fei’er delicately wiped away her tears, secretly thinking, “Prisoner Number Two, I must see what kind of face lies beneath that mask!”

In the first few rows under the stage, Hu Jing and her two best friends wiped their tears together.

She had heard Ye Fan sing and often heard his voice in the same office, so by comparing Ye Fan’s silhouette with that of Prisoner Number Two, she was eighty percent certain that Prisoner Number Two was Ye Fan, and Ye Fan was Prisoner Number Two!

“Ye Fan, I’ve found I’ve truly fallen for you, what should I do?” she said to herself in her heart.

As for Luo Xinling, Tan Shiyun, and other girls seated just a few seats away from her, they had long been huddled together, crying their hearts out.

They hadn’t recognized it was Ye Fan, but they had already become die-hard fans of Prisoner Number Two.

Meanwhile, in the friends and family section, Yan Yusong clenched his fist tightly, his old face brimming with excitement and his eyes gleaming as he solemnly swore to himself, “Ye Fan, you really are a musical prodigy, a rare find in decades!

I will meticulously weave a net to catch you, to firmly ensnare you, to embark on the sacred path of music, to break out of Asia, to the world, to become a top world-class singer!

To cultivate a world-class singer, I, Yan Yusong, would live without regrets!”

Shen Yan stood on the central stage’s lift, which slowly rose from below until it leveled with the stage surface.

After the lift was level with the stage, she stepped out and walked to the front of the stage.

She felt regret that Ye Fan had left the stage so quickly; he hadn’t even received the hysterical applause and shouts from the fans.

Although she had heard “Only Love” many times before, the just-concluded performance was infused with much more emotion than any rehearsal before, especially with the added effects of the stage and costumes, even she was moved to tears.

“Please remember, his name is Prisoner Number Two!” Shen Yan, holding the microphone, called out to the fans below with an unprecedented vigor, “His name is Prisoner Number Two!

His name is Prisoner Number Two!”

Finally, everyone below snapped out of their reverie, instantly boiling to a frenzy, frantically chanting, “Prisoner Number Two!

Prisoner Number Two!

Prisoner Number Two…”

The ear-splitting shouts soared to the heavens.

However, at this moment, Ye Fan had already hidden in a secluded corner to take off his roaming prisoner’s mask, moving with the lithe grace of a nocturnal cat, as he quickly disappeared from the concert area like a ghost.

He climbed into his second-hand Citroën, lit a cigarette, and disappeared into the bustling, endless stream of traffic under the vast night sky of the flourishing Hua Hai City.

That same evening, before Shen Yan’s concert had officially ended, numerous posts about a mysterious singer known as “Prisoner No.

2” rapidly appeared on major internet forums.

“Witness the mysterious singer Prisoner No.

2’s meteoric rise!”

“Shen Yan’s concert surprise appearance by mysterious singer: Prisoner No.

“Divine song ‘Only Love’!

God-tier singer Prisoner No.

“‘Only Love’, my favorite!”

“Prisoner No.

2, I want to have your babies!”

These posts saw a swift rise in click-through rates, with a flood of responses below:

“Who is Prisoner No.

Never heard of him.”

“Don’t understand, can’t you ask Baidu?”

“It’s so good, so touching, I’m moved to tears.

I just looked up ‘Only Love’ on Baidu and instantly fell in love.

The single’s on an infinite loop…”

“Is it really that exaggerated?

Could it be just a marketing hype?”

“Whoever uses a marketing army deserves to die!”

“I’m in love, it’s so beautiful and moving.

Just who is Prisoner No.

Desperately seeking an answer online…”

“Prisoner No.

2 is so cool!

Is there a mask like Prisoner No.

2’s for sale in the market?

I want to buy one.”

“Shallow, you can tell you’re just a grade-schooler!

Prisoner No.

2’s style is obviously full of artistic flair, that melancholy, that world-weariness, that sense of confinement—I’m intoxicated…”

“You’re the grade-schooler!

It’s obviously cool!…”

“To the person above, I’m sorry, I was wrong.

You’re not a marketing army.

I too am deeply captivated by ‘Only Love.’ The single’s on an infinite loop…”

Not only on various forums, but the news on WeChat and Weibo about Prisoner No.

2 and the song ‘Only Love’ also filled the skies, becoming a hot topic on WeChat and Weibo overnight.

Prisoner No.

2 and ‘Only Love’ became instantaneously famous overnight, turning into the hottest topics; there were discussions about the connotations of the song ‘Only Love’, and debates and speculations about the true identity of Prisoner No.