Writer's Block

It is strange, however; he reflects as he virtually connects two invisible dots in the air with his fingers, that he would feel so frazzled on such a random, bland day. Perhaps the reason lies elsewhere. After all, things haven’t exactly gone the way he’d expected them to, lately. 『　A Legend of Sword　』Such words come to Xingqiu’s mind as he lets it wander, but he immediately waves them off. Shaking his head, he finally decides to make it out of his bed. He picks up the parchments piled up on his desk and gathers those that have fallen to the ground. He folds them neatly before hiding them under his bed. Never does he lay an eye on the words that have dried on the paper’s surface.