Let go
Song Huan's book unexpectedly became a hit.
Her Weibo followers are constantly increasing, and she receives over 99 private messages.
Song Huan flipped through the book reviews with some disbelief.
Some say this book is too tragic, or rather, unrealistic...
There were both positive and negative reviews, but Song Huan no longer cared.
Her unrequited love during her youth has been seen by more people.
Everyone remembered what the boy looked like.
Suddenly, a text message appeared:
[Hello, Miss Encounter, we are from a television station. Would you be available for an interview tomorrow?]
Now that her novels are popular all over the internet, it's only natural that she's been invited by TV stations.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Huan agreed.
The next morning, Song Huan put on light makeup, wore a white mask, and hurriedly went to keep her appointment.
Reporters had already gathered outside the TV station, and their eyes turned to him as soon as they saw him arrive.
"Are you Miss Encounter?" a reporter asked tentatively.
Song Huan nodded, and the reporter led her into the television station.
"Here you go." A reporter poured water for Song Huan.
Song Huan smiled and accepted it, saying, "Thank you."
After a while, everything was ready. The reporter who poured water for Song Huan picked up the microphone and gave Song Huan a smile.
Recording begins.
"Hello everyone, I am Bai Yi, a reporter from the TV station. Today we are honored to have Ms. Encounter, the author of 'Never Letting Go', with us."
"Hello," Song Huan replied politely.
Bai Yi cut straight to the point: "Miss Encounter, what was your original intention in writing this book?"
There was a moment of silence.
Song Huan took a deep breath and then said:
"This book is based on my personal experience, so my initial motivation may have been because of him."
"That boy, like the protagonist of this book, will comfort you when you are sad, protect you, and call you 'little teacher' again and again."
"Such a thoughtful and gentle boy doesn't belong to you."
"You won't realize he likes you until one day. But by then, your fate is already sealed."
"We lost, and the loss was devastating for both sides."
"So cherish the person in front of you and be a brave person in love."
When Song Huan finished speaking, she didn't realize that her eyes were already red.
Bai Yi paused for a few seconds, then came to his senses: "Then, Miss Encounter, what happened to the prototype of yours?"
Song Huan chuckled softly: "The young man got married and met someone even better."
She met someone who loved and understood boys even more than she did.
She personally witnessed their love at their wedding.
It's them, not us.
She really regretted not confessing her feelings back then, and hated herself for not realizing sooner that he liked her.
If he confesses his feelings, and if she finds out, will she be the bride?
Everything would not have ended this way.
After the interview, Song Huan took a car home.
For some reason, she fell asleep on the table.
She had a very long dream, a beautiful and heartwarming dream.
The general content is:
On the golden sand, the waves gently caressed her feet, she was bathed in sunlight, and the wind tousled her hair.
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared beside me.
Song Huan looked up and saw Lin Xing holding a bouquet of roses.
He knelt on his right knee, and even the wind couldn't blow away that gentle gaze.
"Ah Qiu, will you be my girlfriend?"
Song Huan smiled faintly, preparing to say she was willing.
But then the scene shifts, and everything in front of you turns to ashes.
She rushed out like a madwoman, desperately trying to find any trace of her.
But what she didn't know was that it was all just a dream.
Suddenly the ground began to collapse, and Song Huan began to fall.
"roar--"
Song Huan was startled and opened her eyes.
Looking out the window, I saw that it had started to drizzle.
She chuckled softly, a pang of pain shooting through her heart.
It felt like a needle piercing her heart.
So, I can even see you in my dreams, and I can even be your girlfriend.
But it was all a dream, just a dream.
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