"I'm leaving, Siyi."
Under the covers, Little Si Que spoke to the girl on the upper bunk.
Golden hair strands dangled down, and Siyi leaned over the edge of the bed to look at him: "Why?"
"For more interesting inspiration, I'm going to the Royal City," Little Si Que said.
"So you're going to abandon me, abandon the story you're almost finished writing?" Siyi's eyes widened: "You just acknowledged me as your sister, didn't you? We still have a long time ahead..."
"Yes," Little Si Que said, "but there's always the next story."
Siyi felt a sense of abandonment.
Su Ming'an could feel her emotions — confused, angry, sorrowful, even somewhat dark...
"Stay, finish writing this story, after all, you've been planning it for years," Siyi urged.
Little Si Que yawned, the corners of his eyes tinged with red: "A Creator must learn to let go at the right time."
