It really hadn't been easy.
Let me secretly revel in it for a while, haha.
I'd been writing for seven years. In the blink of an eye, I'd gone from a young man in my early twenties to a youth nearing thirty. The next time I felt sentimental like this would probably have to wait until I was forty, haha!
To be honest, when I wrote my first opening, it had purely been for my own amusement. I'd never imagined I could sign a contract, much less that one day I'd become a Platinum author.
Looking back now, it truly felt like a lifetime ago.
Time really flew by. My dear reader grandpas and I were all about to become old fogeys, hahaha.
Just kidding.
Still, being able to occupy so much of your lives made me very proud.
Whether you read these words on the subway, beneath your desk at school, or under the covers, it was an honor to make some boring or unhappy moment in your life a little less boring... probably.
There were so, so many things I wanted to say, but blurting them all out at once felt too melodramatic. I'd always been a rather shy, bashful, introverted person—friends who knew me should all be aware of that.
In any case, thank you for your support!
Thank you so very much!
Going forward, I would continue as always to write the stories in my heart—stories I found interesting or worth writing.
I didn't dare boast about how good my writing was, but I could say with a clear conscience that I'd put thought into every single paragraph, and that my dear reader grandpas were the most handsome in the entire universe!
Love you all!