The smile on Little Taotie's face immediately vanished, and his expression turned serious. His little eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Was the author very old?"
Chen Zi shook his head: "Passed away last year, at the age of 25."
Little Taotie froze for a moment, as if in a daze, and the brightness in his big eyes dimmed.
"Was she sick?" Little Taotie asked softly.
"Sort of, but..." Chen Zi exhaled a breath: "It was man-made."
"Man-made?"
"She had leukemia, and until her death, she believed that fate was unfair to her, so the ending she wrote was quite negative, giving a rather uncomfortable feeling. But in reality, it was all a conspiracy, her death was not an accident. If you hadn't liked this story and wanted the author to change the ending or adapt it into a short video, I wouldn't have contacted her family, let alone discovered this conspiracy."
"So... If it weren't for her work, she might have died without anyone knowing why?"
Chen Zi nodded: "That's exactly it."
