It was finally finished.
This was the author's second book.
I had to complain about one thing: without a strong heart, it was best not to write books.
I got cursed out by readers even more than with my last book, and its rating was somehow even lower.
I couldn't understand it. I clearly felt that my writing had improved, so why did the ratings keep dropping? Why were there fewer and fewer readers, and worse and worse results?
I had only been writing for a little over two years. I was no longer a novice, but I couldn't be called a seasoned veteran author either. Still, I could feel that my writing skills, as well as my ability to structure an overall story, were gradually improving. That much, at least, satisfied me.
Zhang Shuai's story had come to an end here.
I was immensely grateful to the longtime readers who had stayed with me along the way. Without your company, I would not have been able to persist and finish this work.
To be honest, this book's results were far from ideal. It did fairly well in the early stages, but fewer and fewer people kept reading as it went on. Only those longtime readers who had always been with me continued to follow the updates every day and urge me to update. Here, I wanted to thank you all and wish you a happy New Year.
Speaking of which, I originally ran a foot massage shop. But in recent years, affected by the broader environment, business at the shop had gotten worse and worse, and it could no longer support my family. So I changed careers midway and began writing novels.
Before that, I had no particular talent for writing, aside from being barely decent at essays when