When Gu Jiaojiao finished reading, she found Leng Yuan looking at her with an I-knew-it expression. She couldn't resist walking over and pinching his cheek.
"My husband is just so wonderful."
In this era, it was incredibly rare for an editor to be chasing someone for a manuscript. It just went to show how brilliant her husband's writing was.
She had read his work before.
Even with her own worldly experience, she had to admit that Leng Yuan's writing was exceptional.
It was deeply moving and gave people strength.
In this particular social climate, many people were just living numbly, unable to see any hope.
But Leng Yuan's work was able to give his readers that very hope and strength. Reading it felt like parting the clouds to see the first light of dawn.
She finally understood now why some people chose to abandon the sword for the pen.
The power of words, though intangible, could influence far more people.
