August's event—the character portrait submissions and voting—had all come to an end. Some postcards had now been made, featuring not only character illustrations, but also poetic titles and my personal signature as the author.
These postcards would be gradually sent out to some reader friends over the coming period of time.
Primarily, they were for old friends who had been with us for many years!
This was a kind of fate, I suppose.
Not long ago, I saw a book review: "This book has been going on for years, hasn't it? How could it have been written for so long?"
It had indeed been a long time.
Four or five years.
Why had it been written for so long?
Why had we walked together for so long?
Many times, there were no flowers or applause. Most of the time, we remained unknown, simply traveling together as companions.
We endured mockery, misunderstanding, insults, and reports.
Over four or five years, looking back, we had changed so much, grown so much, and experienced so much. We had set aside a stretch of youth here and condensed a piece of sentiment here.
Thank you, my dear friends.
There would be dedicated people handling communication through QQ groups, Tieba groups, and WeChat. At that time, they would ask for IDs, phone numbers, and addresses. After all, the postcards had to be mailed out.
As for Qidian, I would handle it personally.
Alliance Leaders would definitely receive them, a complete set of three. Sect Masters and Elders would also get some—two and one respectively, distributed at random.
I hoped readers within the above categories would use Qidian's backend to send me a private message. If you wanted them, send me your address, phone number, Qidian ID, and so on.
The address only needed to be