Absorbed in her own thoughts, Vivian did not notice the disappointment in her mother's eyes.

“vivian... Do you know something? When I was in college, I was acquainted with several writers in Broome because of my family. They were all famous and accomplished writers. At that time, I was also a great fan of literature," Julie said as she took a seat, facing her daughter.

“Really? You never told me," Vivian said impatiently, not understanding what her mother was getting at.

“Why are you here? Go home if there's nothing important. I'm very busy."

Busy?

Julie felt that the word was hilarious coming from her daughter's mouth.

In fact, the reason she had begun talking about the famous writers she knew was that their desks had always been full of books, not cosmetics and snacks.

Anyone could tell at a glance whether a desk belonged to a writer or not.

It occurred to Julie that even Maria carried around a small notebook for jotting down ideas.

Judging by that, even Maria was much more Likely to be a writer than Vivian was.

“Vivian... Have you ever read this book? You must have read it, right?" Julie asked, sliding a book in front of her.

On the cover of the book was a tough and elegant woman. She held a scroll in one hand and a pen in the other. Her eyes were full of wisdom and desolation, as if she could see the fate of the whole world.

There were three words printed clearly on the cover: Female Military Counsellor!

When Vivian realized that the book was Mia's Female Military Counsellor, she almost jumped up from her chair.

“Mom! What are you trying to say? Do you also suspect me of plagiarizing?" Vivian's voice grew more shrill with every word, making her sound almost hysterical.

Although Julie had Lived a passive Life for the past 2@ years, she was still sharp enough to see through most people and situations.

It was just that she usually had a high tolerance and didn't want to comment on anything.

But today, Julie wanted to say something from her heart to her daughter.

“I never had a doubt," she said in a Low voice.

Vivian's face softened, but she continued glaring at her mother.