— President Kwon, I finally took a look at Munpiang’s website after holding back for a while. It’s all thanks to you that The Breath was able to get first place. I wanted to take a rest, but I can’t do that anymore, I have to work hard and write more chapters with this newfound motivation. I’m leaving you a message in case a call might disturb you this late at night, although I think you should still be working at this hour. ^^0

The emoticon that Ha Jae-Gun added at the end of his message helped Kwon Tae-Won forget all his pain and smile. He dried his wet hands with tissue and sent a reply.0

— I said that the novel would be a hit. Don’t push yourself too hard. Remember to take care of your health while working. You did a great job, Writer Ha. ^^1

Kwon Tae-Won put his phone back into his pocket and looked in the mirror. The pale face reflected in the mirror was all scrunched up. He pressed down on the pit of his stomach where the pain was coming from and rubbed it, and then he mumbled with difficulty, “It wouldn’t just be a hit, Writer Ha…”0

There was something else that he didn’t say in the message. After all, excessive expectations would always bring intolerable disappointment.0

He knew it very well as someone who had lived half his life as an editor-in-chief. He had seen so many writers who had collapsed, unable to recover from their lower-than-expected novel performances. Even if the novel itself was good, he couldn’t easily sing praises just because the novel was good.0

However,...0