"...There was no sign that Chenfeng was planning a military operation, and lately, the Chenfeng Yellow Turbans (White Night) seem to have been making quite a ruckus. Star Engraving Prefecture has already imposed a curfew. The Yellow Turbans (White Night) are preparing to carry out a large-scale operation soon. Since I'm not part of White Night's decision-making level, I don't know much about it. However, Qingmei let something slip in her sleep. It seems the Yellow Turbans (White Night) plan to retake Star Engraving Prefecture..."
"Your Name" has been very well received. Youth Newspaper's sales have reached another record high, and the letters asking for more are nearly filling the office. Perhaps it's because people can relate to it. After all, Profound Candle Prefecture has faced the threat of the Coastal Army firsthand. Unlike your previous stories, this one has struck a chord with many people..."
"I've gradually been delegating the newspaper's work to other people recently. Qingmei might even be able to replace me as Chief Editor. I'm ready on my end and can leave at any time. However, if I'm going to leave, I have to tell Qingmei first. Do you think I can reveal your news to her?"
"You said last time that you couldn't reveal your name or identity. Fine, I believe you. Then just briefly describe the girls you've been in frequent contact with lately. Don't give me their names. Just describe their personalities, appearances, and your relationship with them. And don't tell me there are no girls around you—if you really spent all day hanging around with men, you wouldn't have the free time to write me so many letters."
Le Yu's eyebrows rose when he read this. He felt that Qing Lan was slandering him—was he the kind of person who forgot everything