“Let’s go.” A hint of weariness crept into Shu Ling’s usually emotionless voice.,The beautiful woman in the mirror smiled, her voice still that of the book spirit, but somehow different. It was clearer and more ethereal, with a hint of warmth.,In the projection, countless authors either write furiously or tap on keyboards, giving birth to novels one after another. When the emotions of numerous novels or their characters become too intense, a new 'world' splits out, the world of books.。