Xu Shi had made it through all twenty-seven years on his own. He had long since grown numb.
He was used to handling everything alone.
If he had never experienced those days of being in love with Xie Yanci inside the book.
Xu Shi truly could not tell whether it had been a dream or something he had actually lived through.
Because he was so starved for love, he had imagined someone who would always stay with him and love him unconditionally, and so he had created Xie Yanci.
Then he had fallen in love with Xie Yanci.
He had fallen in love with that nonexistent person, that figment of his imagination.
Later, he had gone to a psychiatrist, taken medication, and gradually forgotten Xie Yanci.
"..."
Looking back on the mess that was his life, Xu Shi was so numb he could not even cry.
He wondered whether Xie Yanci was still waiting for him to come to France.
He wondered whether Xie Yanci would shed tears for him when he learned of his death.
Would he be sad?
Xu Shi looked up at the computer screen, at the next chapter he had just finished writing-
"Xu Shi died unexpectedly in a car accident.
When Xie Yanci learned the news, there was little expression on his face. The company meeting continued.
He did not love his wife."
"...He did not love his wife." Xu Shi repeated the last sentence.
The original author he had hated for so long turned out to be himself.
His reason for separating himself from Xie Yanci was simple.
A wealthy female reader had taken a liking to Xie Yanci's character and thrown five million at him, asking him to make Xie Yanci the lead top.
He had agreed.
That was five million.
Enough for