"Huff... huff..."

Before Shen Wenran even opened her eyes, she heard a whooshing sound in her ear.

Then there were other voices.

"Wake up, wake up..."

"Wen Ran, don't scare me."

"What should we do? I'll call for an ambulance right now. You have to hang in there!"

The familiar voice made her feel like she was half-asleep.

Her eyelids were heavy, and finally, when she opened her eyes, she saw her good friend Luo Anwen in front of her.

“An Wen…”

Shen Wenran opened her eyes and softly called out the two names.

Yes, those two names belong to her best friend; they're ingrained in her very being.

"Wen Ran, you're finally awake! You scared me to death, you know?"

"When I came to your house, I couldn't get a sound no matter how hard I knocked. When I came in, I found you slumped over your computer, and you were even vomiting blood... How are you now? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Upon hearing Luo Anwen's words, Shen Wenran finally realized the spicy-sweet taste in her mouth.

Soon, Luo Anwen brought her a glass of warm water: "Drink some water and rest for a bit. I'll call an ambulance right now."

Shen Wenran noticed the stomach medicine next to her, the computer in front of her, and the small rented room.

She's back.

She returned from the world of that novel.

This is the room where she created countless works.

Here was the keyboard she knew, and the computer she knew.

Even the water in the cup was still warm to the touch.

What happened? She had spent more than four years in the world of the novel, but for her, it was just a dream, like taking a short nap.

Thinking of this, she couldn't wait to turn on her computer and see the rewritten plot. Suddenly, her nose tingled and tears almost welled up in her eyes.

Yes, she remembered.

Because so many readers criticized her, she decided to thank the storyline.

Instead of preventing the cannon fodder ex-wife from being tortured to death by the male and female leads, it allowed the male lead to see the female lead's true colors and started a "wife-chasing crematorium."

When she saw the last line she had written in the document, she was instantly startled.

The document states: "Shen Wenran decided to leave the child behind and fly to an unfamiliar city. However, just as the plane was taking off, it suddenly began to shake."

"Everyone realized the plane was about to crash. Some panicked and shouted, while others huddled together tightly..."

The text ends here.

Whoever sees this scene, quickly deletes the entire line of text using the delete key.

Then I typed in a new string of text.

“When her best friend Luo Anwen thought that her close friend Shen Wenran had died in a plane crash, she was in great pain.”

"However, when she quickly turned the car around and drove towards the airport, she saw the calm and composed man standing at the airport, staring at the plane falling down."

"When Luo Anwen saw that familiar face, tears almost welled up in her eyes."

She typed out the words quickly, while her good friend Luo Anwen urged her on.

"Anwen, what's wrong with you right now? Why are you still typing?"

"Hey, when did you write this book? Why is my name in it? Did you put your own name in there?"

Hearing Luo Anwen's words, Shen Wenran nodded and smiled: "The earliest book, which can be considered my debut work, wasn't written well, so I changed the ending."

At this point, Luo Anwen couldn't bother urging her anymore, and instead slowly squatted down to watch her writing progress.

"What happened? It's so scary! The female lead left the child with the male lead and then took a plane alone, and the male lead misunderstood that the plane crashed, right?"

Shen Wenran nodded when he heard Luo Anwen say that.

"Yes, so I'm thinking now, should we give them a chance, whether they end up together or break up, the male lead will never forget this girl."

Luo Anwen spoke eloquently: "Then it has to be a happy ending. These days, readers all like this kind of plot. Let me tell you, you've only written a little over 200,000 words so far. Just jump to five years later and let the scumbag chase after his wife in a crematorium, or just write five years later and the male lead sees a face that looks exactly like his ex-wife. The rest of the story is up to the readers' imaginations."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wenran nodded and smiled: "This ending is not bad. Let them fill in the blanks themselves."

With that thought in mind, she gripped the keyboard with her long, slender fingers and began typing the last paragraph.

Five years later, Lu Jinghuai, holding his adorable little dumpling in one hand, saw a woman who looked exactly like his wife...

Shen Wenran continued typing away at the computer, while Luo Anwen felt rather helpless.

She sat down next to Shen Wenran and watched with great interest as she typed out the results.

Three years later.

Han Tang Bookstore.

"Miss Shen Wenran, I heard that this book is your debut work, and that it underwent a second revision before having such a classic plot. Is that true?"

"Miss Shen Wenran, I really like your book. Could you please sign it for me?"

"Miss Shen Wenran, why did you use your own name and your best friend's name to write this story in the book? The male protagonist's name is Lu Jinghuai. Is there a man named Lu Jinghuai in the real world whom you can't forget?"

Shen Wenran looked at the reporter holding a microphone in front of her; she had forgotten how many autograph sessions she had held.

She never imagined that of all the works she had written, worth tens of millions, this one would be hailed as a classic by readers.

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