God knows how much I wanted to move you all!

March had ended. Third place on the monthly ticket rankings had been overturned in the final six hours. What a tragedy!

But it was nothing. Shadow Spy was indeed a great book—I was following it too, and I recommended it to everyone.

This month, I updated 495,000 words. That should have been another rather astonishing number.

Countless times, I told myself, Take a break. Stop pushing so hard!

But every time, I failed to persuade myself. After collapsing from exhaustion and sleeping for a few hours, I gritted my teeth and kept fighting.

Because I truly couldn't accept it. After giving my all, I just wanted to climb one step higher.

My book had no wealthy patrons backing it. I could only rely on my readers to lift it up, vote by vote.

I could only trade desperate updates for monthly tickets, for your support.

God knew how much I wanted to move you all! But updating sixteen thousand words a day seemed to hollow me out. I couldn't even summon words that touched the heart when asking for votes.

A thousand words became one sentence.

I sincerely begged my brothers to support me and cast your monthly tickets for me! Pastry kowtowed to my benefactors who fed and clothed me! Thank you for being here.

I wished I could remember every single one of your names.

I begged all of you honored readers for your monthly tickets! I kowtowed in thanks!

I was moved to tears with gratitude!