To keep it brief: there will be an update of over ten thousand words tomorrow, and the book will go premium at noon! As usual—those who aren't in a hurry to leave, come sit down and chat for a while.
In my opinion... reading a new book is like peeking through a hole.
On a pitch-black snowy night, readers approach one house after another, their windows covered with paper and their lights shining through.
Although they can roughly make out the brightness of each house, they have no idea what the interiors look like, much less what the owners are doing.
Only by peering through a hole in the wall can they see the furnishings inside. Turning their heads carefully and looking through the narrow opening by the hazy light within, they can make out the layout of the room, understand what kind of household it is, and see why the light is shining inside.
Once they had seen everything clearly and put their minds at ease, they would gently knock on the door, push it open, and enter—sharing this precious light in the snowy night.
This light came from the depths of my heart, and I shared it with everyone willing to share it with me.
It wasn't blazing light. It couldn't illuminate everyone like the sun, nor could it dispel every shadow like a shadowless surgical lamp.
It was merely a lantern, a candle, a light bulb—the faint light I was capable of giving off. But it was still enough to illuminate this little room.
I hoped you could see me through this light.
Here was a report on my results: Mu Xu's follow-up readership had now exceeded ten thousand.
Without a doubt, this was the best-performing book in my history.
Although my writing results had been pretty