Chapter 262
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I have always been a person who enjoys the fruits of an author's labor with my eyes. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, I have never commented on it.
Speaking of which, this is my first time writing a review. I never thought that my first review would be given to you, Longan. The more I read, the more I hoped that this process would have no results. I always felt that, perhaps, the Prince and Princess would only live together in the end, and not continue to live together. When I saw Fu Yao almost commit suicide at the city gates, my eyes started to hurt, and tears started to fall little by little. When I saw Xiao Ye wash his mother's hair, I felt an incomparable warmth in my heart. When I saw Wuji's youth, I couldn't help but feel sorrow for this fellow who had an unparalleled elegance on the outside. Every character in the novel was a kind of lively existence. That was their own unique life. Only because of Fu Yao, it was rippling, because of Fu Yao, it was fulfilling.
And outside of the character, because of Longan's writings, I waited day and night bitterly. I couldn't eat and couldn't sleep at night.
Without a doubt, Longan was a diligent person. I also opened an author account, but as I wrote, I started to develop a tendency to become a eunuch. I really admired Longan.
Compared to Longan, I was more like an irresponsible fellow. I reflected on myself. Looking at Longan's writings, my heart was as calm as water, and I passed by them peacefully.
Occasionally, it would cause my heart to ache, and occasionally, it would feel like the warm sun in winter. Those warm scenes, those lonely and desolate scenes kept telling me that I had to read them a second time, or a third time. In the past, when "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" was the most popular, I only read the book once. From "Yan Qing" to "Emperor Phoenix" and then to "Fu Yao", that was Longan's journey in writing. But my journey was the exact opposite. From "Fu Yao" to "Emperor Phoenix" and then to "Yan Qing", I could deeply feel that Longan's writings were getting better and better. Her words were getting more and more exquisite. Looking at Longan's current situation, it seemed that her journey wasn't very peaceful. I spoke so much nonsense, but I still didn't understand what I wanted to express. There was only one sentence: My enjoyment, comes from Longan's hardships!
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