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Chapter 238

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Come to think of it, I'm already past the age where I like to fantasize and dream. I read novels online only to pass the time out of boredom. Most of the time, I'd just skim through the pages and forget the names of the main characters. Deep down, I felt that web novels were nothing more than handsome men and beautiful women in love, or even those things between men and women in bed. I always felt that it was a little superficial. (Actually, I'm ignorant and short-sighted.) Until I met Yan Qing. I remembered the first day I read Yan Qing, I forgot to cook. I only woke up with a start when my hubby came home. The sky outside the window was already dark. God! The shock was indescribable. From then on, I was deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate myself. I stayed up until 2 am every day with bloodshot eyes. I lingered on the beautiful, exquisite, and slightly sentimental words, lamenting over the heart-wrenching love. I was infatuated with the main character of the novel like a young girl in love. My emotions followed the ups and downs of the novel, twists and turns, unable to calm down for a long time. To the extent that I was absent-minded during the day and had trouble sleeping at night. Using my hubby's words, I was possessed. Now, there are tissues by my computer at home, in case of emergencies.

Actually, I'm not considered a loyal fan of Longan. I've only read Yan Qing and Dihuang only a third of it. Now, I've been waiting by the computer every night for Fuyao. Longan's writing is a publicly acknowledged fact. I admit that I'm incompetent and clumsy. I don't have a brilliant pen, nor do I know how to speak eloquently. Thus, I don't dare to boast shamelessly about Longan's writing. I can only say that I really like it, genuinely like it.

Out of the three books, I liked Fuyao the most. Yan Qing was beautiful, but after reading it, I always felt a sadness that I couldn't get rid of, especially at the end. Dihuang didn't finish reading, but the first part of the plot was a little dark. After all, it was a bloody assassination and revenge. As for Fuyao, I liked it from the start. The tone of the writing was bright, the plot was tight, the love and hate were comfortable, and the expression was direct. I liked Fuyao's straightforwardness and sincerity. Even her vulgar curses seemed especially real and natural. When I read Yan Qing, I was always anxious about the complicated love in the story. I always sighed about the encounters and missed opportunities. When I first read Fuyao's rejection of Yan Jingchen, I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. I liked Fuyao's directness and sincerity. It suited a straightforward person like me. If you love, then love. If you don't love, then cut the Gordian knot with a knife.

To me, the most tender part of the book was when Wuji saw Fuyao and said, "Why are you so thin?". Thinking back to the time when my husband, who was still my boyfriend, almost broke up because of family pressure, the first thing he said when he didn't see me for a few days was, "Why have you lost so much weight?" My heart softened and I burst into tears. After reading it, I worshipped Longan! I understood people in love too well. A simple sentence was worth a thousand words! Reading Fuyao made me have a deeper understanding of love. True love is to adhere to the direction of one's heart. To be firm, persistent, and honest. To not be arrogant, not to abandon, and not to regret. True love is to respect the direction of one's heart. To calmly, peacefully, and sincerely let go. To not blame the heavens, to not blame others, to not suffer. Even if we can't be together, we won't forget each other.

The first time I came up, I was so excited that my hands were trembling. I was in a trance and didn't know what to say. I couldn't express my admiration and worship for Longan. I only hated myself for not having the slightest bit of knowledge. I hated myself for not being able to express my thoughts. I was simply displaying my slight skill in front of an expert. Longan, please don't laugh at me.

Finally, I wish Longan that everything goes smoothly. Just do your best in writing. Take care of your body and don't risk your life!

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Thinking of Yan Qing, his inexperienced work. I didn't think that it would still be remembered by my relatives. I think it's probably because the words were written with heart. They would always resonate.

But looking at Fuyao, it would still be remembered by my relatives for a long time.

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