I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

Yu Wen calmly admitted it into the communicator.

"Phew—that's good, that's good!"

Chang Liren let out a long sigh of relief on the other end of the phone, his heart finally at ease, and said repeatedly:

"Great! Teacher Yu, go check out the comments section under 'Midtown Observer' right away. This article was published at the perfect time. The credibility of official media combined with the quality of the fairy tale itself has played a huge role in restoring your reputation! I'll have the operations department coordinate with this wave of popularity for promotion right now. Your holographic live stream tonight will be even more secure!"

After hanging up the phone, Yu Wen immediately switched to the holographic screen and searched for the page of "Midtown Observer".

Sure enough, the fairy tale was quietly displayed on the front page.

Yu Wen opened the comments section, which was already buzzing with excitement.

The online discourse, which was previously skewed by online trolls, presents a completely different picture here.

The front row was filled with unanimous, extremely impressed praise:

[My God... what an amazing fairy tale! No wonder he's the author of "To Live"! His mastery of language and his ability to capture emotions are simply divine!]

Amidst this praise, however, were even more frantic complaints from readers who had just been heartbroken by the brutal torture in "To Live":

Good heavens! I'm not Li Jie! Is Yu Huashi schizophrenic? He wrote this gruesome, mind-numbing novel, *To Live*, and then turns around and writes *The Little Prince* to heal us? A slap followed by a sweet treat, huh?!

[Sobbing, it turns out he wasn't just good at writing about the dead; he also has this gentle side. What did he go through to be able to write such pure fairy tales after writing so thoroughly about suffering?!]

As readership soared, the classic metaphors and memorable quotes from *The Little Prince* began to be wildly analyzed, even screenshotted and shared by readers:

"All adults were children at first, but few remember that." When I saw this sentence on the maglev train, I burst into tears. Is this a fairy tale? This is clearly a fable written for us adults struggling in the cyber age!

"What is essential is invisible to the eye; it must be felt with the heart." Seeing this quote from the fox to the Little Prince, and recalling their farewell scene, I suddenly understood the ending of *To Live*! It turns out that separation is not the end; those unseen bonds will accompany you on your journey. Fugui's parents died, Youqing's blood was drained, Fengxia died on the delivery bed, Jiazhen, Erxi, and Kugen left one after another, leaving him alone with an old ox. I initially thought that was the ultimate despair that drove someone mad, but now I understand. When Fugui shouted to the old ox in the sunlight, "Erxi, Youqing, don't be lazy!" those deceased loved ones had already transformed into "invisible bonds," living forever in his heart.

[Wow! The person upstairs is right! So Teacher Yu was using this fairy tale to tell us why Fugui was able to live peacefully! Thank you, Teacher Yu, the trauma from reading "To Live" has been perfectly healed by The Little Prince and that rose! This kind of soul-searching loop spanning two books is incredibly powerful!]

[Seeing the Little Prince say that the stars can laugh, it turns out that Jia Zhen and You Qing didn't disappear; they simply became stars in the sky, always keeping the old man with the cow.]

[When Fengxia died on the delivery bed, I cried until I was breathless, but Teacher Yu told me, through The Little Prince, that she was just too tired, leaving behind her battered old body and returning to her own planet.]

When Kugen died, I thought Fugui's life was a complete joke of futile efforts. Now I understand that it was the love and time Fugui poured into his family that gave his life, full of suffering, an indelible meaning.

[The novel *To Live* is like that desolate loess desert, while Jia Zhen and the children are like the sweet well that Fugui hid deep within the desert, the well that sustained him through his life.]

[Teacher Yu is not a bloodthirsty demon; rather, he has torn open the cruelest reality and then gently applied a layer of starlight-filled ointment to soothe us.]

What made Yu Wen most happy were his loyal fans who had finally found a counterattack position.

The endorsement from official media is like the sharpest sword, directly piercing through the seemingly impeccable conspiracy theory of Yuntu's online army:

[This is hilarious! Where are the haters and online trolls? Come out and show yourselves! This is *Midtown Observer*! An official media outlet!]

[You all previously claimed that a twenty-year-old couldn't write about suffering, and that he plagiarized rare texts from old-fashioned farmers. Come on, you research-oriented bigwigs, do your research for me: what rare text did he plagiarize this philosophical fairy tale? Did old-fashioned farmers also write about aliens and talking foxes?]

The very ability to capture the soul of "The Little Prince" is the absolute proof of originality! He can handle the heaviest realities and weave the purest fairy tales! Can any grand model calculate this?!

In a short time, with the extreme contrast in style between the two works and the authority brought by the involvement of official media, the popularity of "The Little Prince" began to explode exponentially.

Those loyal fans of "To Live" who had been holding back their anger for a long time seemed to hear the rallying cry and began to spontaneously act as "tough fans".

[Brothers! Ever since I discovered that *The Little Prince* and *To Live* are by the same author, I knew we hadn't chosen the wrong person to follow! Share this post! Spread it in the comment sections of all the big influencers!]

Let the whole internet see what a true genius looks like! Let's see who dares to call him a typewriter now!

As Yu Wen watched the frantically scrolling, powerful bullet comments and messages on the screen, his initially agitated mood gradually calmed down.

The call to counterattack has already been sounded ahead of schedule.