Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 1078

Everything returned to the beginning.

She changed her job and the house.

She was reluctant to move because a stranger in this city had shown her kindness.

She wanted to express her gratitude and return the favor.

But she did not have any money.

For the first time, she yenned for money so that she could be confident to stand in front of the man, return him the money, and express her sincere gratitude to him.

At night, she looked at the sky outside the window, so that she would leave all the troubles behind, forget her stepfather, forget the days in prison, forget her first boyfriend, and forget all the pain she had experienced.

She went to the library, reading books. She went to the park for a walk for a month or two, watching the other parents playing merrily with their children.

She would go to the hospital to donate blood every three months.

Her body was given to her parents.

She didn't want it.

She couldn't kill herself.

Then, she didn't want the soulless body.

Coincidentally, she met her editor, Vivian.

That day when she was reading in the library, she happened to meet the editor and the author talking. Their conversation was decipherable to her.

"The story must have ups and downs. It can be in line with the real-life story, dreary. But you must set two twists to arouse the audience's sympathy with the protagonists and to touch them. The platitudinous love stories must be rewritten. There are too many sweet love romances now. Your story has to be sad with twists and turns." The man who held a pen in his hand and kept writing was the editor.

"Then I have to change the ending part?" The frowning woman was the author.

Roxanne waited for them to finish chatting before catching up to the editor. "Hello."

"Hello?" The male editor turned around, a bit feminine. It was not that he looked like a woman, but he behaved like a girl. He carried a bag, sprayed perfume, and wore light-colored lipstick. There was also an earring on his ear.

This was Roxanne's first impression of him.

"Hello, I ... I'm very interested in your work. Can you teach me?" Roxanne squeezed out a very big smile.

She was dressed in black, short-haired, and agreeable-looking. With no accessories on her, one could smell the smell of instant noodles on her. All in all, she looked impoverished.

This was the first impression the editor had of Roxanne.

Then they cooperated.

Roxanne was very talented, with the editor's assistance, her first work appeared, and although the response wasn't so good. But it was the first time she wrote a novel, the editor expressed great encouragement and support to her.

"To be honest, I still don't believe that you haven't finished your junior high school, for your writing is better than the two authors I have here. They have all graduated from college. One of them has been working for three years, while his life experience is not as rich as yours."

Roxanne didn't say anything but pursed her lips to reveal a faint smile.

"What day is your birthday? I'll give you a big cake when the time comes." The editor said.

Roxanne shook his head.

"You don't know? You don't know your birthday?" the editor asked curiously.

Roxanne chuckled. "No need for trouble. I haven't celebrated my birthday for many years."

"How old are you? How many years? How many years? Tell me." The editor teased.

"Twelve years."