"Before, I was only 90% sure. Now, I'm 99% sure the author is Zhiyu."
Li Zhi spoke up on the way home.
He Zhiyu's microexpressions were too easy to read.
The little author was way too concerned with her readers' opinions... oh, wait, I should say the opinions of the people she's writing about.
When she heard Li Zhi say her writing wasn't sweet, He Zhiyu looked like she was about to fall apart.
Seeing her best friend in such a state, Li Zhi mentally scolded herself.
"So what are you going to do?" Shen Yuan asked.
"Didn't I already say? She's not really writing about us, so just let her write."
Shen Yuan looked at Li Zhi and nodded.
The two didn't buy a late-night snack and instead went straight back to their residential complex.
"Come on, come on, let's go get the package."
Li Zhi watched the cheerful Shen Yuan. Just as she was about to say she wouldn't go, she saw him already striding toward the package lockers.
