Chapter 828: Chapter 828 I Don’t Like to Listen_1
Like a fox demon from ancient tales, with a bewitching beauty and a coquettish charm.
It was the same even now.
She smiled, unconcerned about Lily Davis’s words, as if an invisible tail was eagerly wagging behind her, turning her face away, "I don’t like what you’re saying. It’s unpleasant."
Biting her teeth as if deeply aggrieved, Lily Davis turned to leave but found herself unable to take a step. With a lowered gaze, she stared at the fox mask in Hannah’s hands, "So annoying, you’re better than me, okay?"
Hannah finally glanced at her, "Thank you."
Having received the response she wanted, Lily Davis turned to leave, but after only a couple of steps, she came running back. This time, her eyes were devoid of tears, "Hannah Winter, just you wait. One day, I’ll surpass you."
Hannah hummed in response, "Mm."
James Landon gave the matter some thought and then seriously advised Lily Davis, "If you could learn to be humble and teachable, you might actually improve."
Lily Davis glared at him, "Mind your own business."
Having said her piece, she ran off.
With that, the farce came to an end. James Landon clearly had no intention of taking issue with Lily Davis. For him, his world contained more music. Thus, even when Lily Davis was rude to him, he merely regarded her as a stranger.
Maybe after today, if he saw Lily Davis again, he might not even be able to recognize her.
Hannah, out of curiosity, asked, "Mr. Landon, do you have prosopagnosia?"
James Landon adjusted his glasses, shifting his gaze away from Hannah’s face, "A little."
Hannah found this interesting and ran in front of James Landon, standing with her hands clasped behind her back, looking up at him, "Then can you recognize me?"
Those eyes were too bright, more dazzling than the sunlight, as if they could see deep into one’s heart.
James Landon’s face twitched slightly, fortunately concealed by his bangs and glasses, so it wasn’t obvious. He said earnestly, "I couldn’t at first, but your singing voice is so unique, I remembered it."
He was telling the truth.
When the show’s producers invited him to be a mentor, his brother had said that among the hundred-plus girls, his biggest worry was that he wouldn’t be able to distinguish between them, which could become a laughingstock.
Marketing accounts wouldn’t care if you had prosopagnosia or not, they’d slap on a label saying "diva" and it’d stick.
Fortunately, that never became an issue, since he was very sensitive to voices.
After the first performance, he remembered Hannah, simply because her voice was the most distinctive and it was the one he found most pleasing to listen to.
Hannah nodded and walked back to James Landon’s side, "So, Mr. Landon, is it because my voice is unique that you felt compelled to write songs for me?"
She turned her head to look his way.
However, James Landon suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes revealing a mixture of nervousness and eagerness, as if wanting to deny something, but the words were held back at his lips.
He was torn between Matthew Quach’s advice to "say it if you like someone" and his own belief that "saying it would lead to rejection."
After pondering for a while, it was only when Hannah’s voice echoed in his ear again that he managed to say something, not hearing anything else clearly, "Not entirely."
Ambiguous words.
He avoided her gaze.
She diverted her own, her tone light with a touch of playfulness, "Mr. Landon, what do you think about me writing my own songs in the future?"
Outside the window the night was alive, with neon lights flickering in a bustle unseen during the day, the farther they walked the clearer the fans’ shouts became from outside.
James Landon looked down, understanding something, a shadow of dark circles underneath his eyes like a small, unresolved shadow.
