I write novels in Liyue

Fang Qiu! You have no heart!

After putting the manuscript aside, she buried her face in her arms and began to cry.

At that moment, several female editors who had gone out on errands pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as I entered, I saw Bai Qing lying on the table crying.

"Has Ah Qing finally succumbed to the pressure?"

"Sigh, that's how it is in the editing industry, the pressure is immense. She's still young, it's normal that she can't handle it."

"Yes, especially since you're in charge of those two people. Xingqiu is alright, but Fangqiu's writing is particularly bad. I took a look at it last time, and two out of three sentences were grammatically incorrect, and there were a lot of typos. Just looking at it makes my eyes feel like they're crying out. God knows how tiring it is to help an author like that revise their work."

Several female editors whispered among themselves, their gazes towards Bai Qing filled with sympathy.

"Never mind, let me do it."

A slightly older female editor, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, sighed and said, "Let's take her out for a drink tonight."

"Yeah, sometimes it's good to relieve stress with a drink."

The others also agreed.

There's nothing that a glass of wine can't solve.

If so, then two cups.

Drink her until she's completely drunk, and all her troubles will vanish.

Then, the older female editor breathed a sigh of relief, smiled warmly, and gently patted Bai Qing's shoulder.

"Ah Qing, are you alright? If you're upset, tell your sister, and I'll help you figure something out."

The female editor said softly.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Bai Qing threw herself into her arms.

"Senior Li Ling."

The girl cried, her face streaked with tears.

"Why? Why did Xiao Xun leave like this? She was so good, why didn't a miracle happen?"

The girl said while sobbing.

The female editors present all trembled.

Xiao Xun?

gone?

what's the situation?

Could it be that someone in Bai Qing's family has passed away?

Judging from Bai Qing's address, Xiao Xun must be her younger sister, right?

For a moment, they looked at each other, unsure how to comfort Bai Qing.

"Little Qing, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."

The slightly older female editor, whom Bai Qing addressed as Senior Li Ling, sighed and said...

"But she didn't have to die, why! Why did you have to kill her off?"

"I know you're upset, it's okay, just cry it out... Hmm? Wait, what do you mean by killing her off?"

Li Ling was taken aback and asked.

Bai Qing had recovered by this time. She stepped out of her senior's embrace, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, her pretty face flushed, and said, "I'm sorry for troubling you seniors and getting your clothes dirty. I was just reading a novel, and a character in it died, so I couldn't help but..."

"fine."

Li Ling just smiled and said, "It's good that you're alright. By the way, let's go for a drink after get off work later."

"Ah."

Bai Qing nodded, her nose red.

She also desperately needed a drink to soothe her emotions.

Hearing that Bai Qing was only crying because of the death of a character in the book, the female editors present all breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at the same time, they were also very curious about whose book was so touching.

To be fair, Bai Qing may be a newcomer, but he is at least a professional.

Since the founding of Liyue Publishing, novels that have moved editors to tears are extremely rare.

When they asked, Bai Qing handed them the revised first volume.

When they saw the book title, they were all taken aback.

"Your Lie in April"?

This book title is pretty strange...

Just as they were wondering who wrote it, they fell silent when they saw the author's name.

Author: Fang Qiu.

"Um... Ah Qing, you're not kidding us, are you?"

Li Ling hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help speaking up.

"You'll see when you see it."

Bai Qing shook his head, still immersed in the grief of Miyazono Kaoru's passing.

"Alright, let's take a look."

Li Ling sighed, picked up the manuscript, sat down, and began to read.

However, they didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, they knew that Fang Qiu's books could hardly be called books...

Therefore, in their view, Bai Qing cried because of too much pressure, and the so-called death of Xiao Xun was just a trigger.

However, since they've finished their work, they might as well take a look.

After all, the younger generation is so upset, it would be too inhumane to refuse them at this time.

So they all turned to the first page.

Gradually, he became engrossed in it.

Chapter Twelve: A Promising Future

An hour later, the publisher's office was eerily quiet.

Bai Qing watched as the hands of several senior colleagues trembled slightly as they held their manuscripts, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

The thought of the disbelieving expressions on the faces of the seniors just now, and then seeing their tearful faces and eyes brimming with tears, intensified this strange feeling.

She could understand it; could it be that Fang Qiu was writing the book with such a perverse sense of humor?

Before long, Li Ling and the others put down their manuscripts one after another, their eyes filled with tears.

"Let's go grab a drink."

"Shall we go to Wanmintang?"

"Let's go to the tavern next to Wanmintang. I don't really feel like eating anything today."

"Ah."

……

At this moment, Fang Qiu and Hu Tao were sitting in Wanmin Hall.

"Xiangling, I want boiled fish with shrimp dumplings."

Holding the menu, Hu Tao looked on expectantly and said...

"It's not like we've never eaten it before, why are you so excited?"

Fang Qiu smiled and said.

"That's different. You're treating today, and the food you're treating is much better than what I would eat on my own."

Hu Tao chuckled, his eyes narrowing.

"The food served by others tastes better than what you eat when you pay with your own Mora, right?"

Fang Qiu leaned on the table with one hand and said.

"That makes sense, but the food you treated us to was much better."

Hu Tao said with a smile.

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and continued, "Oh right, didn't you go to submit your work today?"

"Hmm, I don't know if it will pass the review."

Fang Qiu nodded.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. Hey, the food's here. Xiangling, you didn't put anything weird in it, did you? By the way, is it still a martial arts novel? I really like the martial arts novels you write."

"It's not a martial arts novel."

"Eh, isn't it?"

As she spoke, Hu Tao placed a piece of fish on Fang Qiu's plate, saying, "This is the fattiest part of the fish. Eat more, you're so thin..."

Hu Tao stopped mid-sentence, and Fang Qiu felt Hu Tao's gaze focus on her chest.

After a moment of silence, Hu Tao waved.

"Xiangling, I'd like a bowl of vegetarian noodles."

Upon hearing Hu Tao's order, Fang Qiu nearly choked on her tea.

She finally understood why Hu Tao had asked her what she usually ate in the bathhouse...

Is this why you feel this way?