Li Yuan's footsteps suddenly halted. He gave Zhong Tingyue, whose smile was as radiant as a blooming flower, a serious look. He suddenly recalled a story Bai Weixi had mentioned years ago. Although the memory had blurred over time, he could guess how Zhong Tingyue's previous life had ended.
Zhong Tingyue's family situation seemed… special. It had the melodramatic feeling of an urban romance novel. As a web novelist from a future generation—even if he was just a struggling one—he had lived through the explosive era of online literature and seen every kind of plot imaginable. Crafting a melodramatic, urban campus romance was a piece of cake for him, presenting no difficulty whatsoever.
And reality is often more melodramatic than fiction, beyond anyone's imagination.
Li Yuan's mind spun rapidly. Based on the existing clues, it took him only ten seconds to conjure up a full-blown melodramatic love story.
