He brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear and answered the reporters' questions with elegance.

"This book is indeed the result of my second revision. Rather than a debut work, it is more like the final refinement."

"I owe my success to my readers who have supported me all along, whether they have criticized me or praised me, I will humbly accept it."

"As for Lu Jinghuai..."

When Shen Wenran read those three words, she felt a slight pain in her chest.

Lu Jinghuai, Lu Jinghuai, did he ever really exist?

Was everything between him and me just a dream?

Perhaps it really was just a dream.

Thinking of this, Shen Wenran gave a bitter smile.

"As for Lu Jinghuai, there is no such person in reality. If I had to tell you about his background, he is just a perfect man I created in my novel."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a voice from the surrounding area.

— Ha, this woman is really funny. She flirted with me and then ran away, and now she won't even acknowledge my existence.

The voice was so familiar, so melodious; it was a deep, resonant voice, like that of a cello, that she remembered.

The sound, like a string being plucked, touched the heart.

She frantically looked around the crowd, trying to search for that impossible figure.

However, all she saw were countless unfamiliar faces.

Perhaps she was hallucinating.

How could the characters in a novel possibly exist in reality?

The reporter's voice rang out again.

"So, Miss Shen, why have you remained single for so many years? Is it because you have someone you like?"

Shen Wenran answered frankly, "I've been single because I've focused on my career, and... I'm not single either. Even though they're just fictional characters, they're all my husbands."

As soon as she finished speaking, deafening applause erupted around her.

—They're all your husbands, so what am I?