When Fu Xi got home, she saw that the living room light was still on. She couldn't go in, and sure enough, she saw her mother sitting on the sofa waiting for her to come back.
As she entered, Fu's mother stood up. "You still know how to come back? I thought you had died out there!"
"I have class tomorrow, I'm going to sleep now." Fu Xi moved Cheng but ultimately didn't argue. Her mind was very troubled, and she didn't know what to do about Wen's matter.
The mother threw away her computer and tried to calculate her own fortune, but after thinking about it, she could only give up.
"Fu Xi, are you trying to fool me again? When have you ever gone to bed so early? Sit on the sofa, let's have a proper talk." Fu's mother sat on the sofa, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed her anger.
She had absolutely no way to control her unruly daughter.
"Fine!" Fu Xi had no choice but to sit on the sofa.
"Tell me yourself, what have you been busy with lately? Your grades have dropped, and you're late for school every day. Are you planning to live your life with your computer?"
Mrs. Fu sneered, she was really furious with her daughter.
She's not as good at studying as others, and she's not as well-behaved as others; she's utterly useless.
"I really don't live my life glued to my computer. If you had let me choose the major I liked back then, I wouldn't have such bad grades today."
Fu Xi's eyes suddenly reddened. What could she do? She was in pain too.
"Fine, I'm not talking to you anymore. Do whatever you want." Mrs. Fu gritted her teeth in anger, then turned around and went upstairs without hesitation, without lingering.
Fu Xi watched her mother's back as her hands, which were hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. Sometimes she really fantasized about how wonderful it would be if she could stay in the book forever.
But she was also afraid that if she stayed in the book for the rest of her life, time in the real world would also change, and then her mother would be sad. She knew her mother loved her, but the way her mother loved her made her feel suffocated.
In the eyes of adults, having enough to eat and wear is enough; nothing else matters. She put aside her wild thoughts and went back to her room to revise the text on her phone.
No matter how she wrote, she couldn't get the feeling out of it. In order for her uncle to be released from quarantine as soon as possible, she wrote something casually and submitted it to the editor.
It was already very late when she finished making the changes, and she went to bed and fell asleep after submitting the submission.
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The first thing Fu Xi did when she opened her eyes the next day was to get up and look for her phone. She was shocked to find that the editor's number was no longer in her contacts.
How could that be?
Could it be that the editor thought her revisions last night were too perfunctory and therefore deleted her as a friend? Fu Xi immediately logged back into the website, found the editor's number, and requested to add him again.
They quickly agreed, saying, "Hi, are you thinking of starting a new story recently?"
Fu Xi was completely dumbfounded when he saw this unfamiliar title; the editor's attitude towards him was not like this at all.
[Editor, have you forgotten me? I'm Fu Xixi.]
[Did you mistake me for someone else? But we're doing great here too! We can consider starting a story about you.]
Fu Xi went to check her own writing in the backend, only to find that she couldn't log in to her account, which showed that the account did not exist. A voice in her heart told her that the book was gone.
And... what about them?
Fu Xi couldn't wait to dial Xunting's number, wanting to find her.
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