In the end, Velina did not accept Keqing’s invitation.
Although a formal position in Liyue was indeed very tempting, it still came down to the same old saying: working a job was impossible.
In this lifetime, working a job was absolutely impossible.
The dark circles under that Yuheng’s eyes were extremely obvious.
Even Ganyu, whom she had met before, had looked like she was suffering from severe lack of sleep.
Working…
It didn’t suit her.
It truly didn’t suit her at all.
Especially a high-pressure job like being a Liyue civil servant.
Velina really didn’t feel she was capable of handling it.
She also didn’t know where Keqing’s confidence in her had come from…
Writing novels was still better.
There was no need to go outside, and no need for interpersonal interactions.
Velina liked this.
After saying goodbye to Keqing, Velina and Hu Tao walked out of the hot spring establishment.
She stretched lazily, feeling completely refreshed.
Every trace of fatigue had vanished, and her whole body felt so light it seemed as if it might float up.
“Hu Tao, is there really no conflict between you and Keqing?”
Velina seemed to remember something and asked.
“What are you talking about?
Doing business is all about harmony being the most precious.
Besides, don’t you feel that Keqing’s overly serious appearance always makes people want to tease her?”
Hu Tao grinned.
Velina fell silent for a moment.
She felt that earlier Keqing had almost taken her sword and knocked Hu Tao on the head.
After all, that Lady Yuheng had looked as if she truly couldn’t handle Hu Tao’s way of thinking.
Pure white moonlight spread across the path they walked.
Velina had no idea that the topic of “the peerless beauty that only appeared in Liyue after three thousand years” would soon sweep across the entirety of Liyue Harbor.
===✧✦✧===
Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Velina returned to her room.
The time was already somewhat late, yet she didn’t feel particularly sleepy.
She simply opened the window, sat down at the desk by the window, and spread out manuscript paper under the starry night sky.
Having gone to the publishing house today, she felt it was time to put the new book on the agenda.
Violet Evergarden
Velina put pen to paper and first wrote down the name of the story.
“Still so ugly.”
She couldn’t help quietly complaining.
Then, while organizing the plot in her mind, she considered how to make localized modifications.
The faint “scratch-scratch” sound of the pen tip rubbing against the manuscript paper echoed through the silent room.
And so, a new story began.
A story about an “Auto Memories Doll” gradually raised its curtain upon the pure white manuscript paper.
The next day.
Morning, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor dining hall.
Hu Tao fiddled with the Qiankun Tai Gua hat on her head, yet she did not see that familiar figure here.
Strange.
She muttered to herself.
After spending these many days together, Hu Tao had more or less figured out Velina’s preferences.
Second, fun things.
And after that…
Aiyah, it seemed that was all.
Objectively speaking, the breakfast provided by Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was absolutely delicious.
Xiangling had tasted it before and praised it repeatedly.
Even Velina had changed her habit of sleeping in because of it.
But what was going on today?
Was she sick again?
It couldn’t be that she had soaked in the hot spring for too long, right?
But apart from that one time she got sick, Velina usually looked quite healthy.
Hu Tao decided to go take a look.
Dong dong dong…
She knocked on Velina’s door.
No response.
“Did she really get sick?”
Director Hu furrowed her brows, feeling a not-so-good premonition.
At the same time she made a decision in her heart: it seemed that from now on she would have to put physical exercise on Velina’s schedule.
She knocked on the door again.
This time she finally received a response.
“Yawn~ Who—”
A lazy voice came from inside the room.
“Me, Hu Tao.”
Then there were faint sounds of getting up and footsteps.
The door was opened, revealing the young woman’s figure.
She was wearing a pure white nightgown, light and elegant.
The late-summer sunlight flowed across the white hem of the skirt, interweaving with her equally pure white hair.
It was as beautiful as a painting.
Yet the young woman clearly looked as if she hadn’t slept enough.
Her hair was messy, and she was still rubbing her sleepy eyes, looking as if she had fallen from the heavens into the mortal world.
“Did you secretly go help Wangsheng Funeral Parlor with funeral business last night?” Hu Tao asked.
“Of course not.”
Velina yawned again and turned sideways to let Hu Tao into the room.
She pointed at the desk by the window, which was covered with messy manuscript paper.
“I was writing.
I accidentally lost track of time.”
“That’s good.
I thought you got sick again.”
“Don’t make me sound so fragile.
You make it sound like I have no ability to take care of myself.”
Velina complained.
Having just woken up, she still hadn’t fully cleared her head and even wanted to go back for another nap.
“Oh right, Hu Tao, do you want to take a look?”
Velina half-narrowed her eyes and asked the same question she had when writing the previous novel.
Hu Tao was clearly a little tempted.
There was no helping it.
Velina’s previous Hotarubi no Mori e had been written too well.
Her curiosity right now was especially strong.
“Mm… then I’ll just look a little?
Just look at the name.
I won’t tell anyone else.”
Her mouth had always been very tight.
But when she arrived in front of the desk and looked at the manuscript paper covered in messy handwriting, she suddenly fell silent.
?
What did I just see?
Hu Tao couldn’t help turning her head to glance at Velina, then lowered her head to look at the manuscript paper again.
She felt as if something in her heart had shattered.
“Velina, you wrote this?”
“Mm.”
Velina had somehow closed her eyes at some point and answered unconsciously.
“So staying up all night writing novels has this big of an effect on handwriting?”
Hu Tao furrowed her brows, as if she were contemplating some major problem concerning the safety of the world.
Velina instantly became fully awake.
She finally realized what had happened.
She scratched her head, inevitably feeling a bit inexplicably awkward.
It seemed Hu Tao had never seen her handwriting before.
Think about it—a girl with a perfect appearance who wrote such terrible handwriting was truly a bit hard to explain.
“Maybe?
Perhaps?
Probably…”
Velina revealed an awkward yet polite smile.
“What a unique handwriting.
As expected of you.”
Alright alright, can we not mention this matter anymore?
The most important thing about a novel is the plot.
As if sensing what she was thinking, Hu Tao grinned and stopped pursuing the topic.
“Violet Evergarden?
A strange name.
Is it about growing flowers?” Hu Tao raised her head and asked.
“Of course not.”
Velina was left speechless with laughter.
“It’s the story of a young woman searching for emotions.”
“What does it have to do with violets?”
“Because the flower language of the violet is eternal beauty and love.”
Hu Tao was surprised.
She hadn’t expected that just a book title would have this kind of attention to detail.
“Velina, I have a request.”
Hu Tao suddenly took hold of Velina’s hand, gazed into her eyes with extreme seriousness, and spoke with particular sincerity.
“P-please speak.”
“My Dark Alley Faction Doggerel Poetry Collection hasn’t been updated for some time.
Right now I urgently need your help.”
“Alright alright alright, I’ll help you write it in a bit.”
“Hehe, no need to be in such a hurry.”
Hu Tao revealed a bright smile and quickly set the matter aside, then flipped to a new page of manuscript paper.
“Is this a little poem like the beginning of Hotarubi no Mori e?
It has such a good atmosphere!”
Hu Tao exclaimed in admiration and softly recited it aloud.
“Flowers have no day of withering, feelings have no time of being conveyed.
Love is eternal and unchanging, the violet lasts forever.”
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