It had been a very, very long time since I'd written any thoughts like this.
I hadn't slept since last night. First, I checked out a lot of new books and saw how well they were doing. I was really envious.
Second, I looked through some old comments, and they left me with a lot of feelings. I really should cherish them.
Let me talk about how things have been lately. Honestly, I know that many old readers stopped following this book long ago.
Those who can still see this chapter are probably newcomers, or readers who started following when this book had only a few hundred thousand—or even over a million—words.
This book held so, so many wonderful memories for me. I started writing it in my junior year of college and stopped near graduation.
It brought me a decent income and gave me a period of life that was tense, but worth remembering.
No joke, there were several times when I went traveling with my girlfriend or visited amusement parks, and I was still writing. Sometimes on my laptop, sometimes on my phone.
Of course, it wasn't just because I wanted that 600-yuan attendance bonus. A lot of the time, I'd feel guilty if I didn't update, like I was letting everyone down. I guess many authors have that kind of professional mindset.
Later, when I stopped writing, it was more or less because of that mindset too. Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand—I can't see it, I can't see it...
Back then, I was completely unwilling to even open Aizen. I didn't want any contact with it at all, afraid of seeing people insulting or blaming me...
I still remember that, in the beginning, there was a reader who gave me eight recommendation votes