The Mortal World.
Qiu Wuji was working at the studio when her face suddenly flushed. She lowered her head, picked up her bag, and made to leave. "Mengmeng, I'm heading home first..."
Zhu Mengmeng said, "...I'm in charge of personnel, damn it. With you skipping work every other day like this, your entire month's pay is getting docked!"
"What do you mean, every other day? It's been a whole month..."
"Have you drawn yourself stupid? Just two or three days ago, you two lovebirds skipped out halfway through work to do who knows what."
Qiu Wuji grew a little distracted. Right, they had stolen some time this time.
" A month later" over there had actually been only two or three days here.
Over there, spring was warm and flowers were blooming. Here, it was still winter, with a few days left before December even arrived.
It was like... being immortal lovers with him in a dream, painting and writing their way through the martial world.
Without her Divine Soul's resilience, she really would have developed a split personality. But now she only felt nostalgic. Life over there had been so wonderful that she could not bear to let it end.
Still, even if Chu Ge had not come back, neither of them would have had much leisure left. The plot had already advanced to this volume's conflict... It was all that rotten Father God's fault. Why did he have to write that? What was wrong with simply writing about Qiu Wuji teaching her disciple in the mountains...?
"Hey, hey, hey!" Zhu Mengmeng was dumbfounded. "Why are you going all lovesick on me? Wipe that drool off your mouth."
Qiu Wuji instinctively wiped the corner of her mouth. What drool?
Realizing she had been fooled, she pounced on her. "You