"A writer?" Lin Ge looked at the young man with a bit of surprise.
"Yeah." The young man hesitated for a moment before nodding his head. The look of indecision on his face vanished, replaced by determination, "I am a, a writer!"
"That's pretty impressive." Lin Ge smiled, his voice as comforting as a cup of hot water, "Would you mind sharing your writing genre? Poetry? Essays? Or is it fiction?"
"Ahem, fiction." The young man touched his nose and said.
"Fiction, huh? I used to love reading novels as well. What kind of fiction do you write?"
The young man suddenly looked up at the ceiling, his not-so-large eyes reflecting the light, as if they had gained a bit of luster.
"I've encountered a bottleneck."
"What kind of bottleneck?"
"A lack of inspiration and motivation." The young man took a sip of his drink, his tone carrying a hint of melancholy, "That's why I came to find Master Mengyi."