He said unwillingly: "Isn't this plot about Chun Shibo completely messed up?"

"A mess?"

The scholar smiled and said, "Then we'll finish it in advance."

"Are you willing?"

"Whether you want to let it go or not, you have to let it go. The story must have an end, right? The spring shirt is thin, that's the end of it."

He made a double entendre.

The old Taoist, on the other hand, was devastated and felt lost. He had been deeply immersed in pursuing the book for many years, and now it was suddenly about to end. How could he give it up for a while?

"You don't have to be sad either."

The scholar sighed, looked at the place where the war was going on, and said with a half-smile: "The spring shirt is gone, but Hongying's story will not end, she will appear in another story in another way.

"

"how?"

The old Taoist's eyes lit up, his expression perked up, and he hurriedly said: "There is... a sequel?"

"Not a sequel."

The scholar shook his head: "It's a new work. Of course, the author is no longer me."

"What new work?"

The scholar smiled slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he said the name of the new storybook: "The Story of Xunying."
Chapter completed!