She would also try rehearsing some conversations with him, but when she asked, "Layman, you are a fine-looking man, in the prime of life, with the bearing of a soaring dragon. What suffering afflicts you?" Pei Ye thought blankly for a moment and said, "The wounds on my body hurt quite a bit." She withdrew her gaze, leaving him with only one remark: "Your understanding remains at the level of 'the suffering of pain.'"
Pei Ye badly wanted to sneer, "You're not the one fighting with real blades. Of course watching the show doesn't hurt." In the end, he did not dare, and merely propped his face on his hand and watched her write.
Now he frowned at the envelope. "You're finished already?"
"Yes."
"...Once you hand it in tonight, will it go straight to print? No more revisions?"
"It's already the seventeenth. If I don't hand it in today, how will the National Gazette have time?" Xu Chuo stood and gathered her things. "What are you trying to say?-You think I wrote it badly?"
It was not bad. It was very good, as good as what he had read in the National Gazette before.
So Pei Ye felt rather like a child who had been deceived. He said glumly, "I just think... how did you write it so quickly? Shouldn't it take several days?"
So far, three installments of "Swinging Rope" had been published. Pei Ye had read the tenth-month and twelfth-month installments directly in the National Gazette. He had participated in creating the eleventh-month installment, but that had been through Heartbinding · Knowing Intent. He had always thought that after they finished talking and settled the story's direction, she would spend several days-at least five to ten-carefully finishing and delivering the manuscript.
Only today, watching her finish it