"Yeah," Xiao Louyu agreed, "My interest is also just in writing stories."
"But, there must be a lot of readers who care about you, right?"
"Hmm..." Xiao Louyu thought for a moment and said, "But I have finished all the stories I should write."
When Xiao Louyu decided to stop writing online fiction, she had pondered over it for a while, and once she truly let go, she felt no pressure at all.
After all, it was a profession, a phase in her life.
She loved this career, so she used to create under pressure and do what she liked, and for various reasons, when she felt the need to give up, she just switched to another profession.
In the end, it left her with memories, both good and bad.
However, her life was not just about that, so she still needed to move forward.
She had the right to pursue the life she wanted.
After a moment, Xiao Louyu sighed, "I really admire you."
"Ah?"
Chu Liangxia was lost in her emotions and didn't snap back to reality immediately.