“Of course you can.”
The experiences were Qu Weichen’s, but most of the actual writing had been done by Number Nine. After draft after draft of revisions and polish, that pitiful little skeleton of a manuscript Qu Weichen left behind had been filled out into something rich and vivid.
Take the fight scenes, for example. If you asked Qu Weichen to write them, she’d have no idea how to describe them. But Number Nine could start from all five senses, piling on words and details until readers felt like they were right there, blood pumping with excitement.
This was...
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