Xue Yang reread the novel from start to finish, completely absorbed. He had always known Lin Xi had a flair for writing and was exceptional at character development. But reading it again, he could feel the profound love she had poured into it.
Only someone truly in love could write a novel this moving, right?! And that must be why it draws so many readers in. Xiao Xi, do you know? My love for you is far, far deeper than yours for me!
Xue Yang opened the document and continued writing. This was Lin Xi's dream. Now that she was gone, he would fulfill it for her, until the day she came back. Besides, this was supposed to be a novel they wrote together, so it wouldn't seem strange for him to be the one to continue it.
An hour later, 4,000 words had flowed effortlessly from his fingertips. Xue Yang glanced at the time, published the chapter, and immediately went back to writing. It was a true reflection of his own feelings, so the words came with exceptional ease.
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BEEP!
BEEP!
