The hotel was by the river.
The two of them ate in a private room, enjoying the night view.
Before they knew it, the conversation turned to their families.
Xu Yun already knew a little about Chen Xin.
She had been an orphan since childhood—or rather, her parents had died in an accident when she was young.
Her grandmother had raised her all on her own.
Then, shortly before she graduated from college, her grandmother also passed away from an illness. After that, she began a solitary life, writing novels and traveling.
She spent every birthday by herself.
Sometimes, she'd get hungry while writing and go out for a bowl of noodles.
Other times, she'd buy herself a small cake for 20 or 30 yuan.
And sometimes, after pulling an all-nighter to write, she'd be so exhausted she'd just sleep right through it.
