Could people really manipulate their memories?
The answer to this question used to be affirmative and would be replied right away. But now, Xiang Wan was somewhat uncertain.
The question Bai Muchuan threw to her had left her deep in thought.
The recent events, be it bizarre or coincidence, she often had a feeling that they were fictitious.
The case was a mess.
She used to write in the direction of her own plot outline, which was smooth.
But as her novel got closer and closer to the actual case, she began to get a little hesitant. She was at a loss of how to continue writing.
Staying up to update her novel? She wanted to do that as well, but she was unable to.
This was probably the aspect where the creative writing industry differed the most from any other job—the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
…
Xiang Wan did not have a good sleep.
