Yun Hezhui dreamed again. In the dream, there was still that graceful young girl she had written into existence.
The girl leaned against her and chattered away, telling her everything that had happened that day.
Every day and every night, Yun Hezhui looked forward to seeing her.
She wanted to pour all her youthful passion into Feng Qiwutong.
After writing Feng Qiwutong’s triumphant victory in the Divine Land’s Young Prodigy Tournament, she closed her computer and went to sleep.
She thought Feng Qiwutong would happily brag to her about it, but when they met that night, a mist clouded the girl’s eyes.
“Mother... I hate living without you.”
Feng Qiwutong clasped her hand, her eyes full of longing. “Come stay with me, please...”
Yun Hezhui’s heart stirred, and she decided to write herself into the story...
