""ε=(´ο｀*)))sigh"
"At such a young age, don't always sigh."
Hearing Wei Xiaoqi's consolation, Jiang Wunian let out another long sigh.
She was not so young, though.
At this moment, she was cooling off by the field. As Yang Yuecheng came and sat next to her, she also let out a long sigh.
Wei Xiaoqi: "..."
She doesn't quite understand these scriptwriters.
Yang Yuecheng and Jiang Wunian looked at each other and saw a sense of shared fate in each other's eyes.
Nothing else.
They were experiencing writer's block.
Jiang Wunian, as someone who had been through it, couldn't help but quietly console Yang Yuecheng, "It's just a bottleneck, it will pass."
Yang Yuecheng frowned and looked distressed: "But I want to write."
Wanting to write, but unable to write, this feeling was extremely painful.
