At this moment, Fang Qiu was lying on her side, curled up in the warm and soft bedding, sleeping soundly.
Halfway through her slumber, she rubbed her delicate, pretty face with her hand and let out a comfortable murmur.
"Mmn..."
She then shrank back, curling up even tighter.
Outside the window, the sky grew late.
The night was still.
At this moment, silence reigned.
Liyue Harbor gradually fell into a deep slumber. The night was blurred and hazy, and the moonlight flowed like water.
Time flowed slowly.
In Liyue Harbor, some slept peacefully, while others lay awake all night. Some kept their night lamps burning, either working or reading books.
There were also those who wandered the streets of Liyue late at night, singing songs or watching the leaves drift with the wind, letting out long, drawn-out sighs.
In a flash, five days passed.
Early morning.
The sea breeze, wrapped in the unique coolness of the morning, swept into Liyue Harbor, blowing the originally curling cooking smoke askew.
Liyue Harbor also gradually awoke, and the streets and alleys began to teem with life.
The crew members and sailors began their day of toil, moving cargo.
Behind a little girl playing on the docks followed two little boys. They raised a kite, and as a gust of wind blew past, the kite soared into the sky.
On the distant horizon, the sun gradually rose.
"Warmth returns and insects awaken; the night ends and the day breaks. The clear sun shines bright, and the gentle breeze is leisurely. Not bad, truly not bad."
Fang Qiu, wearing a cool, one-piece nightdress, stood before the window. The breeze brushed past, and her snow-like hair danced gently in the wind.
It was a rare early rise for her.
Looking at the familiar scenery before her, she couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.
Those scholarly words she just used—sounding like a Taoist priest chanting a spell—roughly meant: the night is over, it's dawn, the sun is out, and the wind feels comfortable.
In Hu Tao's words: for such a scene, one must compose a poem.
Facing the sea, with spring blossoms.
To see such a seascape right upon waking up.
This was life. This was enjoyment.
Comparing it like this, her previous life was truly miserable.
She still remembered her past life: staying up late every day and waking up to... forget about a seascape, opening the window revealed a dirty, chaotic city, along with the noise of traffic and exhaust fumes.
Waking up then was just a wretched experience.
Moreover, besides those things, there was the unpalatable and deadly expensive takeout, the range hood that only worked intermittently, the dark and gloomy corridors, and the author backend where the already scarce reader retention stats continued to drop like a ladder every day...
Thinking about it this way, aside from the first month in Liyue being somewhat difficult, the remaining days seemed quite comfortable.
She had money in hand, friends by her side, and gourmet food on the table. In her leisure time, she could go listen to an opera, listen to storytelling, go fishing, or bask in the sun.
If all else failed, she could drag Xiangling and Hu Tao to the wild to beat up Slimes or Hilichurls.
Aside from the lack of electronic products, the slow-paced life here was simply too perfect.
Thinking of this, Fang Qiu stretched her waist and let out a comfortable, low moan.
Immediately, she cast her gaze toward the stack of manuscripts on the table.
These past few days, she had written out the entire content of Your Name.
Tachibana Taki in Inazuma City, and Miyamizu Mitsuha in a remote town.
In the movie Your Name, due to time constraints, the plot involving Tachibana Taki and Miyamizu Mitsuha was arranged somewhat hastily. It used a music video-style presentation, combined with the classic song "Zenzenzense" (Past Past Past Life), to breeze through the plot of them falling in love.
This caused their romance to feel somewhat abrupt.
Therefore, when she wrote the book, she expanded the emotional through-line of their story.
She allowed their mutual affection to grow, making it become more natural.
Then there was the later part, where Miyamizu Mitsuha ran to Tokyo to find Tachibana Taki but missed the train because the timeline was wrong.
As well as the grand finale, where Miyamizu Mitsuha and Tachibana Taki were on different trains.
She originally planned to remove the transportation tools and simply change it to a marketplace.
Although she had never been to Inazuma, she knew from information and from Sister Beidou that Inazuma likely didn't have things like trains...
So she thought about changing it to a marketplace.
But after thinking it over carefully, she decided not to play with those bells and whistles. She would simply change it to a passenger ferry.
Passing each other on boats seemed nice too.
In short, she created a scene where the two people couldn't meet immediately.
They couldn't just jump into the sea, right?
That would turn it into Titanic.
"You jump, I jump."
Then, the freezing seawater, and without a wooden board, both would die for love.
As for the climax, the part with the town-wide broadcast and blowing up the power station, she decided to simplify it.
She would simply tell the people to run, and that would be it.
To put it simply, she removed all modern products. What could be replaced was replaced; what couldn't be replaced was cut.
After all the modifications and deletions, there was no impact on the narrative plot.
After checking the manuscripts once, Fang Qiu weighted them down with an object, went to the full-length mirror, and prepared to change clothes.
There are two ways to take off a one-piece dress.
One is to take it off upwards, and the other is to take it off downwards.
The two methods are also very simple.
If the upper chest is larger, take it off from below. If the hips are larger, take it off from above. It is a very simple logic.
However, normal people choose to take it off upwards.
It's just that taking it off upwards involves a very insecure period of time: when lifting the dress, the fabric blocks one's vision.
Fang Qiu grabbed the straps on her shoulders and pulled up, quickly stripping completely clean.
Her delicate skin was instantly exposed to the slightly chilly air. Perhaps because she had slept on her side and pressed against it, a red mark had been impressed upon the part where the flat land met the slightly rising peaks.
Fang Qiu touched it gently; it still hurt a little.
Even though she was long accustomed to her own body, when she saw the peerless beauty in the full-length mirror, with hair draped down and exuding an alluring aura, Fang Qiu herself couldn't help but swallow.
So beautiful. Really too beautiful.
Fang Qiu hurriedly put on her clothes and set off toward Liyue Publishing House.
Some time had passed since the last book release day, and the streets were bustling with people.
Fang Qiu held her manuscripts and walked all the way toward Liyue Publishing House.
After so many days, the discussions among the passersby regarding Sword and Fairy had gradually decreased quite a bit.
Most were discussing some messy trivial matters.
"Did you guys hear Master Yun's opera before? She sang really well."
"Indeed, the storytelling was truly good. I still remember it now; when Master Yun sang Walking in the Snow for the first time, that was simply breathtaking."
"In a flash, so much time has passed."
"By the way, are the twin blades of Chonglou that you asked the blacksmith to make ready yet?"
"That blacksmith said he's illiterate and asked me to draw a diagram for him, but I can't draw... what I drew was all crooked and twisted..."
"What a pity. I was planning to go to the shop and get a Demon Sword after your twin blades were cast. Now it seems I should just forget it."
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