An article, a snack. This is what keeps her dear writer creative.
He ate the food she made one bite at a time, and also devoured her heart one bite at a time.
Hai Qing innocently felt that since his stomach had been conquered by him, his heart was not far behind either.
But in the end, he discovered that what he was obsessed with was just the dessert he made.
A paragraph, a question. This is the motivation to put his lovely assistant to work.
She dealt with his scrawled drafts one by one, and the tacit understanding between the two reached its best.
Zhang Yu felt that while the flowers were blooming and the atmosphere was good, his love could be reciprocated.
But only then did she realize that what she liked was just what she had written.