Chapter 99 The Mysterious Vlogger (1)
Valeric disappeared; it has been almost ten years.
In the third year, Reese gave up searching for Valerie.
In his mind, he must have already concluded that Valerie was dead.
Why is there no information at all?
Since that time Kieran left home, he would only come back to gather with his family on holidays every year.
The rest of the time, he hardly ever went home.
Tristan was practically fixed in Woodvale.
I occasionally went back home.
While Bruce, in the third year, Reese gave up searching for Valerie, he locked himself in a room for a long time.
After coming out again, he was even more indifferent than before.
But she would still smile at Zoe.
Just like that, ten years passed.
These three men also became more weathered and matured.
And Reese, his health also began to deteriorate gradually.
In today’s society, short videos began to gradually prevail.
Bruce seized this business opportunity and started from here.
internet with over 10 million followers.
The name is “Cocoon“.
the only one on the entire
The content of the video was exquisitely embroidered.
In the ancient and elegant study, the woman revealed her gloved hand. With a needle and thread in hand, I embroidered innovative patterns.
Finally, the embroidered pattern will be made into a fan, or a purse, or other things.
Almost every item has a corresponding pattern on it.
Innovative structural thinking, as well as exquisite craftsmanship.
Let the netizens be completely unable to stop.
Some people even spent a fortune just to buy her things.
But this blogger, she said
Her belongings were only given to those who were destined to receive them.
This drove everyone on the internet crazy, as they all wondered if they could be the lucky one.
Some clever merchants also began imitating her embroidery patterns.
Put on various products.
But they lacked soul.
After all, how could something made by a machine ever surpass something personally handcrafted?
In the evening, in a large room of the Fisher family, a desk lamp was still on.
Just finished washing up, Valerie wrapped her freshly washed hair in a towel.
At this moment, she was operating the computer in front of her with a serious expression.
She was editing the video she had taken today, frame by frame,
Knock knock.
“Please come in.‘
She answered casually.
The door of the room also opened gently.
Derek held a cup of warm milk in his hand.
I came in and saw a dim room with only a desk lamp on.
Valerie sat hunched on the chair, her eyes fixed on the computer
screen.
“Val, you never blow–dried your hair.”
Derek’s deep and magnetic voice came from the doorway.
There was also a gentle closing sound of the door.
“Ah, editing videos, I forgot.”
Reminded by Derek, Valerie suddenly remembered that she had not blow–dried her hair.
I smiled apologetically at Derek.
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I was just about to put my feet down from the chair and walk toward the bathroom to get the hairdryer.
On her shoulder, Derek’s hand rested, pushing her back.
“Okay, just sit there, continue working on your video.”
“Ah? I, I can do it myself…”
Derek didn’t speak and looked at Valerie with a slightly serious expression.
“You did it yourself? Aren’t you always blowing halfway and then
giving up to continue cutting? And then you let your hair stay half wet, catching a cold directly?”
Valerie was speechless.
The fact is indeed so.
But she really didn’t want Derek to help her blow.
