Every time I finished a book, I seemed to feel the same way—there was so much I wanted to say, yet I never knew what to say.
It was a complicated feeling. Melancholy? A sense of loss? I couldn't put it into words.
I had just looked up when I started writing my first book, and I drifted off for a moment. Touching my plump cheek, I thought, Time, damn you—ten years had flashed by in the blink of an eye!
In the blink of an eye, this was already my tenth year at Qidian Chinese Web.
How many decades did a person get in a lifetime?
Thinking back to the beginning, it truly felt like only yesterday, yet I could no longer remember the specific details of everything in between.
Looking back on all the years until now, setting aside empty politeness, I sincerely bowed and thanked everyone for your support!
I also wanted to thank the editorial team behind me. All I could say was that you had worked hard, and I sincerely wished for your lives to reach the fulfillment you dreamed of!
As an individual, keeping at it for so long—especially for someone who did not write quickly—persisting day after day, particularly for such a long time... I didn't know about others, but for me, it had truly been a very difficult thing.
More than once, I had considered putting down my pen for good. Living like this felt a little inhuman. But I was a vulgar person, so to be frank, as long as I could still make money, I probably would not stop writing so easily.
This book had many shortcomings. For instance, my writing foundation was insufficient, making it difficult to push my imagination to its climax. I had also received guidance from