Amid the crackle of firecrackers, another year passed; spring breeze brings warmth and Tusu wine.
Under the bright sun at every door, old peachwood charms were replaced with new ones.
Happy New Year, everyone!
The first book I had ever seriously finished writing came to a hasty end today, accompanied by this year's firecrackers and fireworks.
I had written for over a year without properly communicating with everyone. This book had some readers, but the QQ Group only had a little over forty people, so I never knew what everyone was thinking.
So I'll say it here.
This past year really had not been much different from the last. I had been busy studying, busy taking exams, busy writing novels, and busy making money.
The reason I had not updated in huge bursts was that, for a long time after graduation, I had been reviewing for the postgraduate entrance examination and working. Although I had wanted to do too many things at once and ended up doing none of them well, I had at least endured until today.
This book did not end in a rush. Personally, I was satisfied with this ending. Within the limits of my abilities, being able to tell this story in over two million words was truly something that made me happy.
Even if what I wrote did not deserve the affection of so many people, for me personally, it was a breakthrough. After all, over this past year, I had deeply understood why some celebrities developed depression. I had not reached that point, of course, but I could empathize with it.
Countless times, I had wanted to end this novel halfway through. My classmates had kept trying to persuade me too. Poor results for a book meant little income, and the pressure of retaking