Chapter 277
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I wonder if Longan still remembers me? My name is Xuan Yue, one of your many fans. I'm not the most passionate, nor do I like diving the most. Your books are a part of my life, a very simple but indispensable part, like a dessert that I miss from time to time.
I got to know you from 'Yan Qing Tian'. It's over 700,000 words, very shocking, very frightening, and made me cry a lot. Later on, when I saw 'Farewell Farewell', I started to pay attention to you and admire you more and more. From 'Yan Qing Tian' to 'Dihuang', and now 'Queen Fu Yao', I've seen your little changes. No matter what, I believe that you will succeed and write even more outstanding works.
This article has nothing to do with you in Changping, it's just a little bit of my gratitude. Maybe it's a little unrequited love, maybe it'll be seen as hype. But I'm just afraid of being forgotten by the author I like. Especially at a time like this, I feel like I'm a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any time.
Two weeks ago, I was very ordinary, an ordinary university student, very simple and boring. I liked longan, liked to write my own novels, but I've never been successful. I've always been working hard. But what happened to me was very melodramatic, like a bad scene in a Korean drama. One night, I started to have a nosebleed. It was inexplicable and unstoppable. The doctor's diagnosis was very quick and immediately announced that I had leukemia.
It's been two weeks, I've been lying in bed every day, occasionally reading Longan's novels. Everything feels very surreal. In twenty years, it's the first time I've been hospitalized, the first time I've had an IV drip, the first time I've had mathematics, and there will be many more firsts in the future.
What I'm most afraid of now is chemotherapy. The thought of my face as white as paper and my head bare makes me extremely afraid. I'm thinking that I'll be a burden to my parents and become a money-squandering establishment. Originally, my life was not supposed to be like this. I was supposed to enter society two years later and become a teacher. Very ordinary, very calm, a little happiness.
After a period of time, I should be able to walk out of the shadow of my illness. After all, it's already happened. But I'm really helpless and lost at this moment …
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Hmm, Xuan Yue, how could I not remember you? I remember you were the one who wrote Fu Yao's first long review. When Fu Yao first started writing, you were there every day. Later on, you didn't appear. I thought you were busy with your studies or work, or maybe you didn't like the book and left.
Seeing this message, I was very shocked. Forgive me for being clumsy with words, but I didn't know what to say. It seemed like anything I said would be useless. All I can do is hug you, hoping this hug can give you some warmth.
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