Xiao Yue was sitting in her study over on the 31st floor—she was writing something with a fountain pen on an empty book in front of her.
The book's pages were empty. She was just writing stuff on them to fill it up.
The study was luxurious.
It had floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, plush leather furniture, and a grand mahogany desk.
A bookshelf was pressed against the wall. It had many, many magical books. They were all expensive and hard-to-find.
"Hmm…"
Xiao Yue tapped her chin with the fountain pen as she looked at the open and empty book in front of her.
She was writing a romance novel.
It wasn't something that she would allow anyone to read—especially not her guild members—as it would be far too embarrassing.
She always made it seem like she was a cold young woman who did not care about romance or the opposite gender.
It was actually quite opposite.
She was very much interested and imagined her life to be like some kind of romantic movie.
