People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Take a look at her slightly bony profile.

"Actually, there's a question I'm not sure whether I should ask or not."

"explain."

"How did those people know you left your post and went to the mall? Was someone following you the whole time?"

This question made Sasagawa Rio turn her head.

The warm wind blew across her cheek, pushing the strands of hair on her cheek.

Slightly cover your eyes.

then.

When the hair brushed against the long eyelashes and returned to its original place, Lin Sen sensed a heart-pounding depth in the dark pupils.

The woman then raised her right hand and gently grasped the fabric on her trouser leg.

Pull again.

Lin Sen turned his attention to her calves.

Then he was suddenly stunned.

"this."

The first thing that catches your eye is the white and delicate skin between the ankles and legs.

The woman's calves were beautiful. The Achilles tendon was slender and long, and the shoe size was not large, which made the legs look perfect, achieving a perfect balance between softness and slight strength.

If it were any other time, Lin Sen might have said in a teasing tone, "You can tell at a glance that you have good legs."

But at this moment, any cheerful interest could not be expressed in words.

because--

Along with the fair skin, there appeared a slightly hideous black device.

It's delicately made and shouldn't be noticeable even if hidden in tights or stockings.

But it tightly clamped the junction of the upper ankle and the calf.

Surround, stuck.

"...Electronic anklet?"

"Strictly speaking, not really. It's just an approximate device, with positioning capabilities."

Sasagawa Rimei's tone remained indifferent.

"If you stray a certain distance from the docking station, an alarm will sound. Using satellite signals, we can find our approximate location."

"."

Exploring to this extent is already a bit terrifying.

It seems that this restriction on freedom has gone beyond [custody] and has the meaning of [imprisonment].

But then deeper questions arise.

Lin Sen sat up straight.

"There's one more thing I need to answer, Editor Sasakawa."

"Just ask."

"From the tone and address. The one on the other end of the phone should be your—"

"Father."

"what."

"My own child."

"hiss."

After a pause, the subsequent questions became clear.

"So, since you are his daughter, why does he restrict your freedom like this and even do such a beastly thing?"

Really, it's too weird.

Lin Sen was really shocked.

However, what was unexpected was that what happened next only intensified the emotions of everything.

The hand holding the doll was casually lowered, and the cloth toy was casually thrown to the side.

Return to the hands-in-pockets position.

"You made a mistake, Kobayashi-kun."

"what."

"I only tell you that he is my father. When did I ever tell you that I am his child?"

"?"

Sasagawa Rio no longer looked at the young man with his eyes wide open.

Instead, he looked back at the road where the car was passing.

Leaving the other person with a profile that looks increasingly lonely and isolated.

For several seconds.

Then, the woman lay back, tilted her head back slightly, and looked straight at the sky.

What followed were three emotionless, cold self-introductions.

"Since I was born, I have been a beautiful commodity with fresh blood flowing through it, warmth, and a price tag."

"Wait for the price, then sell."

"That's all."

Chapter 69: He Finally Finds His Target (End of Volume)

"In essence, I don't hate my life. I have enough food and clothing, no worries about making a living, and I live more comfortably than most people. I can even indulge in some extravagant things."

Finally, Mr. Sasakawa said this.

"But I still feel regret. Some wishes buried deep in my heart can never be fulfilled."

She led Lin Sen around to the back door of the editorial office.

Enter the building and walk around until you find a lounge with a name sign.

"For example?"

Lin Sen stuffed the bags behind the door of the private room and turned back to observe her meaningless expression.

"Too much."

The woman said casually.

"I want to cross mountains, rivers, and seas, and I want to walk through mountains and seas of people. I want to play a beautiful life, worthy of the journey of life."

"Artistic young woman."

"Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have chosen the path of literature."

It was rare for Sasagawa Rio not to care about her posture.

He slumped on the sofa with his arms outstretched, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Literature, stories. Such fascinating things."

It is a placebo to escape reality and also a good way to stimulate reality.

Throughout the ages, words have always embodied the essence of life.

This is something that allows you to find all kinds of life.

I can find wandering confusion, witness dreams on the road. I can see the fragile pride of children, and see the ordinary answers of adults. Pain and sorrow, happiness and joy, all boil in the steamer, brewing a soup of various flavors.

Where reality breaks, resonant emotions converge and unite.

The event is extremely grand and everyone is happy.

It's that kind of beautiful thing.

The next sharp comment was naturally revealed by a woman named Sasagawa Rimei:

"That's why I hate commercialized writing so much. In this situation, the creator's original purpose has changed from sharing life and creating empathy to deliberately pleasing and attracting readers for sales and profit."

"To this end, they don't hesitate to create strong emotions and fabricate deliberate and false plots. Perhaps you will be very interested when you first read it, but it is like eating an industrial snack stuffed with flavors. You enjoy chewing it, but after swallowing it, you will only feel empty and uncomfortable."

"But in this world where money equals rightness, commercial stories written by commercial authors are the truth."

Ningguang refocused in her dilated pupils, and she clenched her fists on the sofa.

"But, but! It shouldn't be like this."

“Money is not everything.”

For the first time, as never before, the female editor confided in the writer she loved and admired:

"What's truly valuable should be those words that are truthful, simple, and moving, and those stories that leave people with endless aftertaste. They will definitely surpass those inferior stories that have lost their original intention, both commercially and critically."

"I have always firmly believed in this. Even if I myself do not have the literary talent for storytelling, even if the authors and works I favor never achieve success, I will still wait with hope, believing that there is someone who can prove it all with dignity."

"Now, that person is you, Mr. Itsuki."

Sasagawa Rimei cast a strong and sincere gaze at the young man standing in front of her.

I saw the confused expression on his face.

Then, a helpless smile emerged.

“It’s a bit too much to expect.”

Lin Sen sat on the small sofa on the side.

"The sales of my debut novel are already so dismal. Is I still trustworthy?"

"It's worth it. Because I know that the story you wrote is very good and you are doing the right thing. As long as Mr. Goki doesn't give up, I will always support you behind your back."

It was a tone without hesitation.

The woman sat up straight and stared at him deeply.

"Because my dream is to see truly valuable stories achieve financial success. And your dream, Mr. Gomu, is to share the valuable stories you love and let more people see them. Putting aside other things, just from the perspective of interests, we are a community."

"So sure?"

"Chou Qinjun is the first person I've ever met who didn't give up on creating despite failing to achieve great results. That's when I knew I had found the right person."

It seems there is some misunderstanding.

Ms. Flamingo clearly assumed Lin Sen was someone who enjoyed writing and the written word. But in reality, only Lin Sen himself understood that his ultimate goal in never giving up on writing was simply to exploit the lucrative opportunities in the literary market.

As long as you distribute enough books, you can make a small profit but sell a lot.

With the wealthy man in front of him to support him, the loss will not be blamed on him.

In other words, in essence, the two people's original wishes are not in line with each other.

But, apart from that, the other two points mentioned by the editor are correct.

First of all, her dream is to sell Lin Sen’s story for a good price.

Lin Sen’s goal is to sell his story at a good price.

The two people have a common language.

Secondly, she and Lin Sen share a common interest.

This is also true.

So there was no need for Lin Sen to correct him at all.

There is only one thing to do at this moment.

"Since Editor Sasakawa favors me so much, I can only do my best to live up to his expectations."