As if overnight, spring arrived with blooming flowers, and the willows and poplars sprouted new green leaves.
By the river, Yan Fei was fishing with a rod, imitating an expert angler, while Xu Xiaoyan was flipping through a few newspapers, scanning the news.
After a while, she couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to revise your new book at all? Are you just going to call it finished like that?"
It's been half a month since they came back from Sancha River to the Provincial City, and in this half month, Yan Fei quickly completed another novel called "Wilderness Survival." Xu Xiaoyan had read the content, but she always felt that producing a book every half month was a bit too perfunctory.
