In all respects, it is impossible for the person who said such a thing to be the Yingluo in front of him, but it did happen in front of his eyes.

"What's the matter, senior, are you surprised?"

"I guess I'm surprised......

"Maybe it's because of Sakuraba."

"Because of Sakurabai?"

"If Sakurabai hadn't appeared, I'd probably be the hero of this story."

“……”

If Sakurahiro hadn't appeared, would she have been by my side all the time...... Maybe that's the case, but I don't have the courage to confirm it now.

"It's the same with when we write stories, it's not going to be so smooth sailing, so I'm probably just experiencing what I need to experience now, and maybe the story is too twisty and twisty to get retribution."

There was no smile on his face, but there was a clear smile, which should be said to be strange or frightening.

Tears are rolling in the eyes but still laughing, that's called growing up, and you are really laughing without a smile, which makes people tremble.

"Will there be any impact on the style?"

"I don't think it has much impact, and for feelings that I haven't experienced before, it's easier to write now."

Indeed, in the newly released books, whether it is feelings or language, the descriptions are much more rigorous, and even the control of mood is also very good.

"What kind of me did my predecessor like?"

"Huh?"

"It used to be a little noisy, or is it like this now, and the seniors prefer that?"

There was a lot of missing in Yingluo's eyes, as if they had collapsed, and the light in her eyes was even a little dim.

“……”

Can't answer, can't answer the question. What kind of Yingluo you like, the first reaction is indeed whether you are qualified for this kind of thing, what kind of you like, where is the possibility of choice.

"Isn't that satisfying?"

"No...... It's not ......"

"It's okay if you're not satisfied."

"What kind of Yingluo is Yingluo, whether it is noisy in the past or the calm appearance in front of you now, it is Yingluo, if you really like it, you like it very much, but because you like it, you can't touch it easily."

Yingluo was stunned and looked at me blankly.

"Loved it...... Like? ”

"Yes, I like it."

Yingluo's face was full of doubt, and she suddenly sneered again.

"How is it possible, seniors don't joke."

"Because even if you are a little late as a professional novelist, but you are more talented than me, and you have a big gap with me unconsciously, and it is a luxury to like you."

"But...... I like you! I've loved you since the first day I read your book! It's obviously my luxury...... But it's so above board...... It's too cunning...... It's so cunning! ”

Yingluo, who had always remained calm, really collapsed this time, tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping on her chest like beads of broken threads, and a distressing expression appeared on her face

I couldn't reach out my hand, not even the simplest hug her, I could only watch the person in front of me cry.

"I'm sorry...... I ......"

"Enough...... That's enough...... That's cruel to me...... It's cruel......"

Yingluo pushed me to the door, muttering, "Let me be quiet." "All I could do was get pushed out, watch the door slam shut, and nothing more could be done.