This storm of controversy plunged Yan Luoluo into the absolute depths of despair.
She deactivated all her social media accounts, curled up day after day in the corner of her rented apartment, and stared blankly at the unfinished manuscripts on her computer screen. Words that once flowed so fluidly now felt like rusted locks; no matter how hard she racked her brains, she could not hammer out a single complete chapter. Insomnia became her routine. Sometimes, waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, she would instinctively reach for her phone, as if those vicious direct messages and comments were still flooding in endlessly.
"Maybe... just forget it." In the dead of night, Yan Luoluo deleted the draft of her new book with reddened eyes. Looking at her haggard reflection in the mirror, she suddenly found it laughable—five years of painstaking effort stolen so easily, and besides being scolded, she could do nothing at all.
Chapter 115