At the end of February, Start of Spring had already passed, and Lantern Festival was drawing near.
Old Hu thanked all my fellow Daoists for accompanying me every step of the way, for your support over these 681 days since this book began.
Through wind and rain, it was your presence that gave Old Hu the confidence to keep typing.
From four hundred first subscriptions to where we stood today, it was all because of your companionship that this book had achieved what it had.
Our current results were progressing steadily.
But in recent months, I had been feeling unwell. Some time ago, I caught a chill and then came down with the flu, making my condition snowball from bad to worse.
Old Hu's health had never been particularly robust.
There had even been photos in the group before, showing me going to the hospital for examinations.
In truth, that was far from the only time I had gone to the hospital.
When it came to typing, one way or another, there were always some bad habits.
But having come this far, I was treading on thin ice and simply did not dare to stop updating. Even on the days when I felt so awful that I lay in bed without even wanting to play on my phone, I did not dare slack off in the slightest.
Even on New Year's Eve and the first day of the lunar new year, I did not dare alter a single trace of the writing and daily updates that had to be done.
Since starting this book, Old Hu had basically never taken leave. Every day at 8:50 was the exclusive understanding between Old Hu and all of you.
It was the romance of one who wrote, and also the support of everyone