So the real reason the Salty Basket is writing in the men's fiction genre is to tell a pure-love story!?
Talk about turning everything upside down. Why would a womanizer like me want to write a pure-love story!!!
"Oh, Auntie."
"You're weeding that weird uncle's 'grave' again."
Seven- or eight-year-old Xiong Xin blinked her big eyes and gazed curiously at the woman working in front of a gravestone, asking innocently.
Her voice was clear and childish, like a gentle breeze brushing past the woman's ear.
The woman stopped what she was doing and looked up, a tender smile appearing on her face.
Her gaze grew distant. Through Xiong Xin, she seemed to glimpse some far-off time long ago.
"Hehe, this isn't a grave, Xiaoxin."
She spoke softly, a faint sadness in her voice.
"Look, there's no mound of earth here. This is a memorial monument."
I've been reading the new book for a while now, and it seems alright, though it's a bit slow to get into. I'm looking forward to seeing how the story unfolds. The beginning looked a bit boring, but it got much better once we got to the market. 🧐