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"They shouldn’t have noticed, right?"
After helping Wu Wenyue with her bath, Li Peifeng wondered to himself. He put on his clothes and tiptoed back to the attic upstairs.
"It always feels dangerous, better avoid such situations in the future. Must resist the temptation!"
As Li Peifeng let his mind wander, he made himself a cup of goji berry warm water, turned on the computer, pulled out the keyboard, trying to forget the lingering feelings from before, and got into a creative state.
In the past few days, Editor Midsumr called more than once to urge for the manuscript. Fortunately, last night Li Peifeng and Wu Wenyue had a shared dream, revisiting the Otherworld, which gave him so inspiration for the book "Sword and Law."
Now, Li Peifeng was finally determined to seriously start writing the main content.
This book was actually a bit of a difficult birth. His desire for perfection, to change the writing style, among other reasons, was one part. The other reason was that Li Peifeng’s ideas for this book kept changing.
Initially, he wanted to write casually, with a dual protagonist concept. Then he decided to write seriously, considering both comrcial viability and literary value, deciding that a single protagonist would be better. But he hesitated on which year of Narnia should the story begin.
He had finally decided to start from point A, but after having a shared dream with several girls, Li Peifeng thought starting from point B would be more exciting.
After another shared dream, he felt that beginning with point C would be more promising... Li Peifeng was always caught in this back and forth dilemma.
Even after spending more than two hours today writing a 5,000-word opening, Li Peifeng was unsure if he’d consider it a draft when looking at it again tomorrow morning.
"It’s past eleven, let’s sleep and talk about it tomorrow."
Li Peifeng glanced at the ti, thought it over, and still decided to shut down the computer. Although he wasn’t particularly sleepy, the "Nether Sea’s Breath" could help him fall asleep quickly, and perhaps Old Zhao was waiting for him in the dream.
"Let’s call it a day!"
Pouring so perfu into the bottle cap, Li Peifeng downed it in one gulp, throwing himself onto the bed in his last monts of clarity. He covered himself with the blanket as sleepiness swept over, humming a tune softly as he slowly closed his eyes.
"Relax and slowly take off~ Make a dream under the covers~ Too much noise outside~ Saying don’t wanna know~ I want to climb over mountains~ In Utopia... Hiss~ Hoo."
Asleep, under the effect of the "Nether Sea’s Breath," Li Peifeng slept deeply.
"Thump~ thump~"
He didn’t hear those three light knocks on the door.
"Fell asleep already?"
Outside the door, with slippers on, Huang Tianxuan was unsure and knocked on the door a few more tis but still got no response.
"I originally wanted to give you a chance to apologize and explain!"
Huang Tianxuan gritted her silver teeth, clenched her fists, wanting to bang on the door with force, but she didn’t. After taking a few deep breaths, her expression cald, she gently turned around, leaning on the handrail, and stumbled downstairs.
Just after competing with Zhao Qingge, Huang Tianxuan had climbed the stairs for an hour straight. Now descending, the pain in her legs was intense; the Peiyuan Pill could only alleviate it, not completely erase it, but the muscle pain was nothing compared to the heartache she felt.
Why did he fall asleep so early? She rembered he usually went to bed around two or three in the morning; why did he choose today to sleep early?
At the stairway landing, Huang Tianxuan resisted the urge to look up, continued down to the door, and quietly entered her bedroom.
She didn’t turn on the light, crawled into bed in the dark, fumbled for her phone, and opened the conversation with "Silly Dog Upstairs," staring at it for a long ti before typing.
"Every encounter and miss might have its purpose. I’ve treated you sincerely but will not be attached to you. Let the flowers bloom, let the trees grow."
Huang Tianxuan didn’t send it, but silently recited it twice, deleted everything, then looked at the ti on the upper right corner of the phone.
"00:00."
It was exactly midnight, today had beco yesterday.
"What a coincidence."
Huang Tianxuan faintly smiled aninglessly, turned off the screen and closed her eyes.
True farewells have no ancient roads with long pavilions, no invitations to drink one more cup. Perhaps, at an ordinary midnight, so people leave their emotions in yesterday.
However, the world is full of wonders; so part ways at night, while others et in dreams.
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