It would have war.
And humanity.
And slice of life.
As well as love.
And history.
With this one novel, it would amaze everyone.
This was it! There wasn't another work more suitable than this!
As Zhang Ye considered his options, he made his decision. Although he wasn't sure if he could win the Nobel Prize in Literature in this world with his last-ditch efforts of writing a novel, he still had to give it a try. After all, this was the closest he had been to a place on the international celebrity rankings, and it was his one and only chance at it.
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the study's door.
Zhang Ye looked up and smiled. "Come in."
Wu Zeqing brought a cup of iced coffee into the study after opening the door.
"I told you already, there's no need to knock," Zhang Ye said.
Wu Zeqing smiled. "Alright. Here, have some coffee."
