Qiu Wuji nestled into the crook of Chu Ge's shoulder. The author and the female protagonist read together to see how the author had written the female protagonist.
It felt very strange. They both felt a little embarrassed, yet there was also an inexplicable sweetness to it.
Now Chu Ge discovered the advantage of having his sentences edited-whenever they came across something awkward, he could say someone else had changed it, and it wasn't his fault.
Gradually, he also shook off the disconnect caused by the edits and became immersed.
The plot was still the same plot, the story still the same story. If he kept reading, he could always get into it.
Chu Ge's vision gradually blurred, and his hearing grew indistinct too. Before he knew it, he seemed to see times long past: the green waters and verdant mountains of old, the snow swirling among the clouds that year.
In an outlying town, Chu Tiange was adventuring with his companions, running a low-level dungeon in a final push before the upcoming inner sect selection.
The scene abruptly shifted. Qiu Wuji sat cross-legged in the mountains, playing a zither amid drifting snowflakes.
Several elders stood beside her, bowing as they listened to her inquiry. "Are there any disciples worth watching in this outer sect selection?"
An elder replied, "There is a disciple named Cheng Hao whose name is known throughout the outer sect. He is among the finest in recent years. There is also someone called Chu Tiange who is fairly decent, I suppose. They say he defeated an inner sect disciple, but he looks unremarkable..."
Qiu Wuji nodded slightly. "I shall attend this year's competition in person."
The images were somewhat blurry, and the sound stuttered, rather like... finding an old disc in the Old Residence and putting