But if this news was sent by Gu Congli, Shi Yin's heart would hurt if he saw it a minute later.

Looking at the small red Arabic numeral 1, Shi Yin was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what was happening. His eyes widened and he opened it with a trembling heart.

News at 7:30 in the morning: [Wake up and come over.]

Look at the watch again, it's ten o'clock.

Shi Yin crawled out of bed and ran to the closet, pulled out a set of clothes and put them on. He combed his half-dried hair twice, picked up his bag and left the house.

"Red Moon" is a monthly comic published by Yaoguang Society. It took about half an hour to go to her house, and it was less than 10:30 when she got there. She could pretend that she actually got up early and drank morning tea elegantly before coming over.

The glass curtain wall of the huge office building reflected the blue sky, and a large Alkaid logo stood at the door. It was not the first time that Shi Yin came here, and he knew her at the front desk. He called Gu Congli and led her to the conference room on the floor of the comics department.

When she entered, Gu Congli was already inside, with a brown paper bag in front of her.

His eyes fell on the tips of her semi-wet hair for half a second, then he moved away and raised his chin towards the sofa in front of him, gesturing for her to sit down.

Shi Yin sat down opposite him.

"You can't do this." Gu Congli said straight to the point.

"Um?"

"The subject matter is okay, and it's not the first one. If you want to draw something new, you have to work hard. The setting is relatively brilliant, but the core of the story is very thin. I need to expand it a little bit more," he closed his eyes and rubbed the corners of his eyes, "and there's a problem with the storyboard.

Big, the rhythm can be changed, go back and change it and then show it to me."

Only at this time would he say so many words to her.

Shi Yin sat back on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand and tapping the side of his face with his fingertips.

She actually listened carefully, and frowned while thinking: "Editor-in-Chief, when are you free, I will bring you the manuscript and help you explain it, otherwise you will still not understand some parts just like this."

Gu Congli said nothing and pushed the bag in front of her to her.

Shi Yin pulled it over, opened it, took out what was inside and looked at it, and was stunned.

It's a storyboard draft for her new serial.

The thirty-four pages she sent last night were all printed out by him one by one. There were many circles drawn in red pen and lines of handwriting comments on them.

And the message he sent her at around seven o'clock in the morning meant that he had stayed up all night to read them all, and marked out the problems and areas that needed to be modified in detail.

She raised her head blankly.

Gu Congli leaned forward slightly and approached, raised his slender white index finger, tapped it on the paper, and looked at her lightly: "Do you understand?"

…

Shi Yin was stunned.

As if she had fallen into the same dream again, the huge waves swept her across the horizontal axis of time, back to her student days and those familiar afternoons in high school.

In the empty studio filled with plaster statues and still lifes, Gu Congli stood behind her with a pencil in his hand, his back slightly arched, his long arms stretched forward, his head lowered, and he was carefully and attentively helping her correct the painting.

What she smelled at the tip of her nose was his clean and refreshing breath, and what she felt was the warmth of his forearm that was almost touching her red ear.

She sat in front of the easel, feeling as if she was in his arms.

In the silence, the man's cold and low voice mixed with the friction of the pen tip and paper, with a shallow breath, swayed in her ear layer by layer with ambiguity.
Chapter completed!