I write novels in Liyue

I don't know how much time has passed.

Finally, the rescue team arrived.

The sea is filled with people who have frozen to death.

Ruth, who was on her deathbed, heard the sound of the rescue ship and mustered her strength to stay awake.

She called Jack's name, but Jack could no longer respond to her calls.

Rose held Jack's hand.

The object she touched was icy cold, like the frigid seawater. She cried in despair, even her crying was powerless.

As the rescue boat sailed further and further away...

She remembered the vow Jack made her swear, and she had no choice but to abandon Jack and watch him sink into the sea.

She swam with difficulty to a crew member and blew his whistle.

She was thus saved.

Although there was more content to come, Bai Qing stopped reading it.

It's safe to say that it's no longer watchable.

Her vision was blurred by the tears that welled up in her eyes.

She wiped away her tears, and as soon as her vision returned, she saw the words on the paper.

My heart will go on forever.

She could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her cheeks onto the manuscript paper, dripping onto the words "My Heart Will Go On".

Tears blurred the ink.

"Waaaaah... Fang Qiu! You have no heart! I treated you to so many lotus seed paste cakes! And to Wanmintang restaurant!"

Bai Qing's crying immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. Seeing Bai Qing crying with tears streaming down her face, and recalling that Fang Qiu had brought the original manuscript earlier, they instantly understood what was going on.

Fang Qiu's new book is another tragedy.

Seeing their junior crying so bitterly, they still went over to her despite being very busy.

When they saw the messy handwriting on the manuscript and the four words "My Heart Will Go On" blurred by Bai Qing's tears, they immediately confirmed their guess.

That's right...

Just as they expected.

It was Fang Qiu who did it again...

They comforted Bai Qing, unsure whether to feel envious or fortunate.

On one hand, there are top-tier authors whose writing is so powerful that even seasoned editors would weep.

They were deeply moved just by seeing the four words "My heart will last forever".

Their control over language is impeccable.

On the other hand, the original manuscript was messy, and every time I read it during the review, I would cry uncontrollably and couldn't sleep well for several days in a row, feeling deeply resentful.

It's something you both love and hate...

"Seniors, I'm fine. Please continue with your own tasks..."

She spoke between sobs and tears.

"It's okay, I'm almost done with my work."

Bai Qing's senior, Li Ling, said.

"Are you almost done with your work? Senior...would you like to take a look at Fang Qiu's new book?"

Bai Qing's eyes were red, and she asked subconsciously.

"Uh?"

Li Ling was taken aback, then quickly waved her hand awkwardly and said, "No need this time."

They are more likely to immerse themselves in books, become more engaged, and pay more attention to details than ordinary readers.

So she still remembers how badly she cried after reading Fang Qiu's "Your Lie in April".

She's in her twenties, yet she's crying like a little child.

Because I was feeling so depressed, I drank a bit too much and even spilled some on myself.

She had a shower at home, and when she took a shower after returning home, she suddenly remembered the plot of the book.

She cried while taking a shower.

Her family thought something had happened to her, but after she explained in various ways, the misunderstanding was cleared up.

She definitely doesn't want to go through that experience again.

……

……

It seems I've accidentally written too much of the original plot again.

But it was too late to change things halfway through.

So far, two chapters of the original story have been written...

Next time, I'll try to keep the plot within one chapter, so that those who haven't read it yet can understand the story and feel involved, while those who have read it won't find it too long. Thank you all for your continued support and reading.

Chapter Thirty-One: Fang Qiu is Very Brave

Fang Qiu was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with utter boredom.

Just like when she wrote the buyout article in her previous life.

A buyout means that the payment is calculated based on a certain amount per thousand words.

Back then, she was a nobody, writing buyout articles for 20 yuan per thousand words.

You toil away all day, writing 10,000 words, and you only earn 200 yuan.

Despite the low price, the quality requirements are surprisingly high.

They offer a price of twenty but demand the quality of forty.

After submitting my manuscript every Monday, I would lie in bed like a salted fish, playing on my phone.

By the time she realized what was happening, it was already Friday, and then she started writing furiously.

After working herself to the bone for three days, she would burn out completely and become a couch potato, lying in bed playing on her phone.

The same goes for "Titanic." Although the plot is not long, she still put a lot of effort into polishing the book.

So it naturally burned out.

"On the other hand, once the popularity is firmly established, it will be like a book such as 'The Record of the Broken Halberd of Shenxiao' and will enter a volume-by-volume update mode."

Fang Qiu stared at the ceiling and murmured to himself.

However, that's not her main concern right now.

It's not that I don't have a phone to play with...

Just lying there seems a bit too boring.

She rolled around in bed a couple of times, getting her clothes all messed up, and then decided to go play with Hu Tao.

Ask Walnut to take you fishing or something.

She changed into clean clothes, turned around, and went out the door.

Under the warm sunshine, Fang Qiu fell into deep thought.

Where can we find walnuts?

These days, not having a cell phone is so inconvenient...

Could Zhidong Technology please put in some effort and produce a smartphone soon so we can make phone calls?

Ok……

Not right either.

With a smartphone, isn't it better to stay home and play gacha games to raise wives? Why bother going out to play?

Forget it.

Let's go to the ancestral hall and look for it first.

Liyue was bustling with activity, and the streets were teeming with people.

During this time, Fang Qiu was also stopped by a girl from the Adventurers' Guild who was handing out flyers.

They shoved a flyer into her hand, inviting her to join the Adventurers' Guild and mentioning benefits like a monthly Mora subsidy.

Fang Qiu decisively refused, citing her weak physical condition.

She would have been somewhat interested if it were before going to the wilderness with Hu Tao and Xiang Ling to test their strength.

But ever since witnessing the fierce battle between the Hilichurls attacking the convoy, Fang Qiu made up his mind that he would never run away alone until he had the strength to condense an ice spear and pin the Whirlpool Demon back into the sea.

Ok……

The idea of ​​nailing the vortex demon god seems a bit exaggerated...

But logically speaking, one should at least have the strength of the legendary female captain who cleaved the sea mountain, as described by storytellers.

Although her strength has improved a lot in the past month.

Now that she's all alone, she should...maybe...probably be able to handle two Hilichurls by herself.

But she's still far from it. Let alone encountering a group of Hilichurls, let alone those large Hilichurls, three Hilichurls teaming up might be enough to take her down.

But the other party persisted, saying that she possessed the power of the Eye of God and was absolutely capable of being an adventurer.

Fang Qiu had no choice but to tell the girl that his "Eye of God" was actually a glass bead.

I bought it to pretend to protect myself because I'm too weak and afraid of being bullied.