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It was around three in the afternoon when Zhou Xue 'er returned to the apartment with her laptop.
Just now, she had specially brought her laptop to the café she often went to to write her novel. She had been writing for three hours. Usually, with such a long time, she would definitely meet one or two small fans who would timidly take her book and ask for her autograph.
Her fans knew that she always came to this café and often came here to wait for her.
However, the strange thing was that no one came to ask for an autograph today. Occasionally, someone would turn around to look at her, and their gaze was different from before. It was an indescribable feeling.
She didn't even have the mood to continue writing.
When she got home, she received a call from her father, Zhou zhiqun.
"Xue 'er, are you alright?" Zhou zhiqun sounded panicked.
