Your misfortune has caused a heated discussion in society.

Countless people know that there is a profession called [Internet Writer] in this world, which deserves to be respected, and every Internet writer should be recognized.

You're not alone.

Countless people have fought side by side with you.

Seeing this, Mu Shien finally bit the corner of his lip, and could no longer suppress his crying, echoing in this dark and dense space, like an endless echo......

It's Mu Shien from the previous life-

The last response of Mu Shien, who had died suddenly.

It's like going back to the countless lonely nights you once had.

It wasn't the first time she had cried.

She broke down and cried in the middle of the night, she couldn't count it herself. She thinks that any writer, as long as he really loves this industry, must have had the experience of breaking down and crying late at night.

She knew she had always been one of them.

She's really nothing special.

She's just one millionth.

This kind of experience is the way to go, and it is a process that every writer has to go through. However, the email told her that she had finally been recognized.

After so many sleepless nights, whether it was worth it or not, she was finally recognized.

She didn't know what the email was about.

Let's think of the little black house system as a big kindness and send her blessings from all over the world. Let her know that she is not just the ordinary Mu Shien.

She is still the author at this time.

Until this time......

Her last life was only complete.

She knew that she really couldn't go back, in that world, this person called Mu Shien had died suddenly, and countless people knew that she had gone to another world.

She didn't know if her mother had seen the news.

I guess I saw it.

The email said that her sudden death caused heated discussions in the society, and her real name was also reported.

Mother must have seen it.

Mom......

Don't feel sorry for me......

Have you seen it, I have received blessings from all over the world, I am your daughter Mu Shien, and I am also the author at this time. Please look at the reader's message, I really went to the world of my own novel.

Actually, I'm doing well......

Please, you must live well.

The text in the email popped up smoothly for about ten seconds, starting with the last paragraph and disappearing from the previous paragraph.

On the final screen, only the original sentence remains:

[At this time, at this moment......]

Finally, it flashed white again, and the eye-protecting green that accompanied Mu Shien through countless late nights was restored in front of him.

Then another window popped up:

[Do you want to continue writing the plot?] 】

Mu Shien wiped a handful of tears, and his fingertips, which were still stained with tears, fell on the keyboard, and lightly clicked [No].

A familiar black screen.

Mu Shien left the small black room.

It was under the bright starry sky in the middle of summer, in Xi's Manor, she sat on the gravel road, hurt by the cobblestones, and her hot tears were still rolling down, reflecting the scorching starlight.

The man named Xi Huaiye was waiting for her in the back garden.

On her way to him, she entered the little dark room.

After coming out, it was still on this road.

A reader asked her why her pen name was called Shi Shi.

Quite simply, she once wrote:

[At this time, I am on the road.] At the moment, I still don't stop. 】

Mu Shien endured the pain and got up from the gravel road and patted his buttocks.

Keep your head held high and continue to run towards this path.