Arc Seven, Song of the Crimson Sun at Dawn, had come to an end.
It had been over a year since I started this book. Arc after arc, I had finally begun to gradually regain the feel for writing.
This arc was where Shi Tiexin unfurled his ambitions, and where the Main Worldline's plot pulled back a small corner of its curtain. Shi Tiexin had gradually struggled free from his stifling, oppressive life, and was about to come into contact with things even more profound and shadowy.
This entire arc was completed during the pandemic. Since leaving home in February to join the anti-epidemic efforts, it had already become May, and I had not gone home even once. During the May Day holiday a few days ago, I had no idea how everyone else spent it, but I was on duty behind high walls the whole time. When I packed up my cotton-padded coat and rushed out for emergency assembly, I never imagined it would now be hot enough to turn on the air conditioning.
I still had to keep working shifts, and it would be close to June before I could rotate out.
I had not seen my child in three months. I really missed them, so much that I wished I could go back immediately. Fortunately, Operations Officer Youyou was my powerful support, allowing me to rest easy. I would like to publicly express my gratitude here—when I got home, I would take you clothes shopping.
An entire spring had passed, filled with quarantine, prevention and control, prevention and control, quarantine. But because my main work had become very straightforward, it had objectively given me more opportunities to type away. Triple updates, triple happiness. (It was just a pity that my royalties had not tripled...)
This fully proved