Two years ago, Ye Xiu met her when she was fifteen.
"Didn't you tell me you'd only play games for a living, not play them for fun? Didn't you say you wouldn't join a club even if one came looking for you? Say something! ... Don't just stand there looking at me in silence. I said, look at me! You had the nerve to leave without a word, but you can't even look me in the eye?" Tears filled the girl's eyes. Disappointment and anger made her forget they were at an airport.
Smack!
There were already plenty of people watching. The loud slap drew even more eyes.
"Let's... break up." Sobbing, the girl said the words, but in the end she couldn't make him stay. The boy, who seemed to be her boyfriend, walked away without looking back. He didn't know that the moment he turned away, tears slipped down his face uncontrollably.
The girl stumbled over to a bench and sat down, paying no attention to the people around her. She covered her face with both hands and sobbed beneath her heavy bangs.
The man beside her had watched the whole thing unfold and didn't know what to say. He simply pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her. "...Thank you." The girl cried for half an hour, and the man stayed beside her the whole time. At some point, she stopped crying. Maybe she was exhausted, or maybe she realized the guy wasn't worth crying over. The man handed her a bottle of water he'd just bought for her. She said nothing, took it, and drank half the bottle in one go. For some reason, she trusted this complete stranger.
"Do you play games?"
"What kind of game? There's only one I'm good at."
"Glory."
"What a coincidence. I'm a pro."
"Can you teach me?"
"Didn't you hate games? What changed your mind?"
"Mister, you're reading too much into it. I just want to see what kind of game can be so captivating."
The man smiled. "It's not captivating. You could call it passion. Want to play? I'll teach you."
The girl didn't answer, just nodded.
Two years later, she would make her mark on the professional stage.
In the world of web fiction, she's the one-step-from-godhood author known as 'I'm the Only One Awake.'
Everyone else is drunk, but I'm the only one awake. It seemed like happenstance, but it was destined.
I still have the paper-crane love letter from that year. Do you still love me?
This book was first published on Yueting Book City. Due to Yueting's recent years of restructuring, its fanfiction and authors can no longer be found by searching. Yueting username: Positive and Upbeat.
Theme: A struggling writer crosses over into another fandom
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