I write novels in Liyue

In fact, Liyue Harbor today is completely different from Liyue Harbor thousands of years ago.

How much of the traces left a thousand years ago remain on the land of Liyue...?

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Meanwhile, at the Yanfei Agency.

Yan Fei sat by the window, intently reading "5 Centimeters Per Second" in her hands by the light of the fire.

The story is coming to an end.

Takaki Tono and Akari Shinohara had brushed past each other on the official road when they were children. When they reached the other side of the road, Takaki Tono looked back and saw a caravan of carriages rushing past with the sound of horses' hooves, completely blocking his view.

Takaki Tono did not turn around and leave, but waited for the carriage convoy to leave.

Seeing this, Yan Fei couldn't help but smile.

Fang Qiu had already hinted at this earlier.

After the carriage procession passed, the young Shinohara Akari waited for him on the other side of the official road.

As for the ending, Fang Qiu should be able to echo what was said before and after.

After the carriage procession passed, Akari Shinohara would wait on the other side of the official road and ask him with a smile.

"Want to go see the cherry blossoms together? By the way, do you remember? Cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second."

After all, although Fang Qiu's previous books were quite heart-wrenching, the ending of her latest book, "Your Name," was very sweet.

Although Miyamizu Mitsuha and Tachibana Taki have lost their memories, they can still recognize each other at a glance in a crowd, even if they don't remember each other.

Therefore, she believed that Fang Qiu's story would also have a happy ending.

With anticipation, she continued reading.

A caravan of carriages sped past, while another caravan sped past in the opposite direction.

After the carriage convoy passed, the opposite side of the official road was deserted, with only cherry blossoms falling at a speed of five centimeters per second.

"Huh?"

Yan Fei's smile froze.

The book isn't finished yet.

She quickly continued looking down, wondering if Shinohara Akari was hiding behind a tree to surprise Tono Takaki.

However, Takaki Tono stood there for a moment, then smiled knowingly and turned to leave.

The End.

That's it?

Yan Fei murmured.

Is that how the story of Takaki Tono and Akari Shinohara ends?

A gust of wind blew in from the window, lifting her hair. At the same time, a tear welled up in her eyes, slid down her fair cheek, and finally dripped onto the last page of the book.

There was a line of text on the last page.

"Cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second, and we are also moving away at a speed of five centimeters per second."

The ending wasn't like "Your Lie in April," where sadness overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

It was rather bland.

However, seeing Takaki Tono smile with relief and turn to leave in the text, she couldn't help but want to cry.

Cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second.

Time caused Takaki Tono and Akari Shinohara to drift apart at a rate of five centimeters per second, until they forgot each other.

At first, she wondered if they would still have a chance to be together if it weren't for that carriage caravan.

However, when she saw the sentence Fang Qiu left on the last page, she understood.

Even without that carriage procession, Akari Shinohara would not have turned back.

Because, although they were only separated by an official road, their hearts were already at the farthest distance in the world.

……

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P.S.: My sleep schedule... I can't manage anything...

Chapter 178 Is this my limit?

As night falls, the lights are on.

The night is blurred.

Many people with stories to tell drank and wept, gazing at the increasingly full moon hanging high in the sky, lamenting the ruthlessness of time.

They lamented that missing out would be a lifelong regret.

The little girl was sitting by the window, tears welling in her eyes, gazing intently in the direction where the boy she longed for had moved to.

The book "5 Centimeters Per Second" lying beside her was blown by the wind, its pages rustling and carrying the girl's youthful longing far away.

The gentle breeze swept over the mountains, skimmed across the glass-like hills, rippled over the lakes, and traversed half of Liyue before landing on a little boy sitting on a courtyard corridor, quietly reading a book by the light of a lamp.

He was watching "5 Centimeters Per Second".

He begged his family to buy it for him, and in return, he had to do housework for three whole days.

book.

Takaki Tono received Akari Shinohara's first letter.

The boy blushed, but couldn't help but smile as he remembered the girl who had given him the book.

She said she would also write letters to herself.

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At this time.

Yujing Terrace, Yuehai Pavilion.

Looking at the glass lilies swaying in the wind outside the window, Gan Yu gently reached out her hand.

"What a gentle breeze, just like Miss Fang Qiu."

Gan Yu's eyes were slightly red, clearly she had just been crying.

She turned to look at the book "5 Centimeters Per Second" that was placed on the table, with the last page already turned.

The book has a sad ending.

However, Gan Yu knew that Fang Qiu wrote this book because of the little girl and little boy they saw together that day.

Even with Takaki Tono's efforts to maintain the relationship, he and Akari Shinohara still couldn't end up together.

Given the boy's appearance that day, it would probably be even more difficult for them to maintain their relationship.

The book the little girl gave to the boy was Fang Qiu's "Your Name," which is why Fang Qiu wrote the book.

Tell them that time is merciless, and missing out means missing out for a lifetime.

Cherish the people in front of you.

"I wonder if the boy and girl saw Miss Fang Qiu's feelings."

Gan Yu murmured softly.

After saying that, she looked at the bright moon outside the window and said softly, "Judging by the date, the Moon Festival seems to be coming soon. I wonder what Miss Fang Qiu is doing now."

……

"Is this my limit?"

Fang Qiu was sitting on the bouncy bomb, holding a pen, looking at the paper on the desk, lost in deep thought.

On the paper.

As dusk settled, Miyamizu Mitsuha and Tachibana Taki stood atop the mountain, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, their hands outstretched.

Of course, this is just a scene in Fang Qiu's imagination.

In reality, the drawing only has simple lines, and in some places the lines are crooked.

The characters are hardly any better than stick figures; you can't even tell which one is Taki Tachibana and which one is Mitsuha Miyamizu.

"As expected, my abilities are limited since I transmigrated without any cheat codes. Oh well, I'll just have to learn to draw slowly. This time, I'll just ask the publishing house to find someone to do it. I'll just be a client and be a good one."

Fang Qiu sighed, crumpled the painting in front of him into a ball, and threw it into the wastepaper basket.

Then he stretched.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I checked my strength. I should have improved quite a bit recently."

Looking at Tingyu, who was nestled in her cat bed and sleeping soundly, Fang Qiu smiled faintly, raised his hand and waved it gently. The icy mist churned, and a bright blue ice sword radiating a cold, sharp light condensed into existence.

"good."

Feeling the chilling aura emanating from the sword, Fang Qiu nodded in satisfaction.

The elemental power contained within the ice sword is significantly stronger than in the previous test.

Moreover, she hadn't even given it her all.

With her current strength, she can summon a total of seven ice swords with the same elemental power as the one in her hand at the same time.

The Seven Swordsmen Descend from Mount Tian belong to this category.

However, although the chilling aura of the ice sword summoned by the Ice Eye of God does not affect her, she does not feel the coldness of the ice creations.

However, the ice sword lowers the ambient temperature, causing her to feel cold in the room after the ice sword dissipates...

Condensing several ice swords in such a small room would significantly lower the temperature, and staying in the room for too long might even cause a cold...

He caught a cold from the ice sword he conjured with his own divine eye; if word got out, people would laugh at him…

This is the helplessness of being physically weak.