Late at night.
A taxi slowly came to a halt outside a high-end residential community, and a woman wearing a cap emerged from the back seat.
She looked around before reaching up to adjust her face mask.
Keeping her head down, she quickly walked into the community, cut across the green space, and arrived in front of a two-story villa.
Lifting her gaze to the lit second-floor room, she looked around furtively before walking up to ring the doorbell.
In the second-floor study, Bai Jingyi was working on a new book manuscript.
Recently, due to the "Rouge Palace" incident, she had been continuously busy, and her manuscript had only a few thousand words so far. After writing a few lines, she deleted them with irritation.
All her work had been ruined by Chu Nanxi, and currently, Bai Jingyi could only start all over again.
"I refuse to believe I can't write a good novel!"
