A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 41
Since that ailment, the exchange of letters between me and the old demon of Montenegro has become more and more frequent.

Although he still failed to provide me with much useful advice and help in his reply letter, as he said before, just having someone who can listen to me quietly has already made me, who has been held underwater, able to Head out to take a few breaths of fresh air now and then.

What's more, he will share with me the inspiration of his new book and some recent life insights with me from time to time.

I was finally able to confirm gradually that he wrote "The Temptation of My Aunt" not out of some unspeakable evil taste, on the contrary, his attitude was quite serious.

According to his own statement, he thought over every word and every sentence in that book no less than three or five times, and he often cried when he wrote the emotional part, and he was even more embarrassed when he mentioned the final ending.

So I asked him, why not change the title of the book to something more serious, such as "One Life, One Life, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms" or "A Story More Sad than Sad", which would at least meet readers' expectations better.

And at this time, the old demon from Montenegro would become hesitant, talking about him from left to right.

But even if he doesn't tell me, I know why.

Because he writes really badly.

Not to mention that compared with the author behind the three best-selling books I bought before, his writing and ability to construct stories are not outstanding even among ordinary people.

Readers can relax, get emotional venting and resonance, and even understand the philosophy of life from reading other people's books.

And the only thing you can gain from reading his books is self-confidence—if people like this can publish books, so can I!

Several times I wanted to persuade him to change his career altogether. He obviously didn't have the talent to eat this bowl of food. Even if he persisted, it would mostly be a waste of effort. Why don't you find a handicraft workshop and work part-time to earn money while you are still young.

Maybe I can learn a craft, so that I will at least have enough food and clothing in the future, no matter how hard I work, it is not a luxury to marry a wife.

It's better than him wasting his youth on the road of writing.

But then I changed my mind and thought again, I don't seem to have the right to say that about him. When it comes to wasting, I've been wasting longer than him.

And regardless of reality or not, he still has a goal and can work hard for it.

As for me, I am completely a satellite, captured by the light and heat of the stars, staying by her side, willing to circle around her.

Until one day, the stars took back the light shining on me and told me that we should separate and return to our original orbits.

However, I have been a satellite for too long, and when I wanted to get out, I realized it was too late.

The omnipresent gravitational force bound me tightly, making it impossible for me to escape.

　There are three chapters tonight~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)