What Fu Yuling didn’t know was that the problems she thought about were being typed word by word into the novel.
When the author came out of the shower, she was not at all surprised to find that the plot she had deleted earlier had been added back in. She had grown numb to this, and had even given up on her original ending. She started to rewrite the plot and ending from the changed point.
When she raised her eyes, she saw a string of red text on the screen.
“Fu Yuling had a vague sense of unease in her heart. This unease stemmed from the fact that the author of this previous novel could easily modify a sentence or a few words and make all her efforts go to waste. This invisible ‘enemy’ was so terrifying that it made her shudder.”
The author was frightened and fell backwards onto the floor. What did this mean? Why did Fu Yuling think this way? Did she know this was a novel? No, impossible. She was just a fictional character, a supporting role. How could she know she was in a novel?
She shook her head vigorously, but the prominent words remained unmoving on the screen, reminding her that what she denied was true.
Trembling, she reached for the keyboard and began to delete that paragraph.
After no longer seeing those words, all her strength was suddenly sapped. She slumped down in the chair. Scared, she even turned off the computer.
She didn’t know how long she sat there, but she opened her phone and searched for her own work before clicking on the comments section. It was full of curses, saying that the author was brain-damaged for not completing all the plot holes before ending the story, questioning why the female lead didn’t really love the male lead but was just using him, and asking why the male lead still protected her, and saying the four children were so cute and pitiful.
One topic was pinned, asking why the four children decisively killed their father after growing up, and what happened during that time that made these originally successful people to this climactic ending of their own deaths.
There were even sarcastic comments saying that all the characters in this novel were villains, and it was hard to tell who was right and who was wrong.
She swiped away these comments and put down her phone.
She couldn’t help but smile bitterly. She had originally wanted to write a suspense novel, but somehow the plot had unexpectedly taken on a warm tone midway through.
These bugs were not because she didn’t want to fix them, but because she simply couldn’t think of any reason for the four children to kill their father, so that part was left blank.
Fu Yuling had no idea about it. She didn’t know that the four children’s future path, which had no real reason, but was just passively following the plot to reach the final ending.
Going out, He Wen and the others were waiting at the door. When they saw Fu Yuling coming out, the first thing they asked about was He An.
“He still hasn’t woken up.”
Fu Yuling said.
They immediately lowered their heads. He Qiu came over and took her hand. She then shifted her gaze to him.
“Are you hungry?”
“Mm.”
“I’ll go cook, don’t disturb Xiao An.”
After instructing them, Fu Yuling went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients and start cooking breakfast.
It was not too late, around 8:30 am. It was quiet here, with the mountain behind them, and occasionally some small animals would sneak in and break the tranquility. She liked this kind of life.
She didn’t want to make breakfast too complicated. She first went to knead the dough, and then steamed some sweet potatoes in the pot, planning to make some sweet potato pancakes.
This thing can be stored for a long time and can also be a snack. Although simple in taste, it is quite healthy.
After doing these, she went to cut the noodles and made a few bowls of clear broth noodles. It was not good to eat too oily things in the morning, so she did not add any other seasonings to the noodles.
