That night, Zhao Youyue slept in Su Li's room. It had been kept in immaculate condition. Even the blankets smelled of sunshine.
As usual, the two of them had a lot of things to talk about. Sometimes, when they talked about their favorite novels and mangas, they would end up agreeing on certain characters or certain plotlines. Such rapport was often pleasing.
Creators usually shared common thoughts with other creators, especially those of the same genre. Zhao Youyue may seem to be nothing but a fulltime reader, but she was most definitely a creator in part. Her actions in the world of works was also a form of creation.
The two ladies dozed off in the midst of chatting. On the other end, sister-obsessed Su Jue rolled about in her bed, slumber escaping her. This was the power of jealousy. Jealousy makes a person forget herself. Jealousy turns the beautiful into something hideous. Jealous could…
