The wind blew pretty harshly that night. On that chilly night, Li Caiyi wore her pajamas with a blanket covering her legs and sat on top of her bed while busily typing on her phone.
Because of a series of recent incidents, she didn't have much time to write her story. Still, she always made time every day to write a few pages. Since her next story would be for a novel, she opted to write digitally this time. She found writing stories on her phone to be more comfortable, maybe because she was used to it.
Li Caiyi had been writing since she got home and took a shower. Her writing progressed smoothly, and she predicted she could finish this novel in a few weeks if she kept this pace. She already made a clear outline beforehand, so what was left was to pour all her creativity into visualizing the story she had in mind through words.
