"The darkness of the night gives me inspiration." Jiang Wunian blinked her eyes heavily, and through the transparent tears, she saw the moving shadows in front of her, flickering. "It's just that the oil lamp is too harsh on the eyes."
How nice it would be to have an incandescent lamp.
Keep dreaming.
There's one in the dream.
"You've been really into writing novels lately." Jiang Tanyue brought her a piece of cloth dipped in ice water. "Lean back in the chair and apply it to your eyes."
Jiang Wunian obediently leaned back.
The cold cloth relieved the dryness in her eyes and gradually calmed the throbbing in her temples.
Just after the fifteenth of the first lunar month, Xin Zili brought back some news.
He had edited the story that the Jiang sisters had casually told and sold it to a bookstore, earning a sum of money.
It was a money-making deal that Xin Zili had made on his own without Jiang Tanyue's help.
There was no denying the excitement.
