I opened my eyes, checked the date, and only then realized that today was the second anniversary of this book's updates.
Cat-Cat didn't know what to say, but I had to say something, or how else could I righteously ask all my great readers for votes? (doge)
Over these two years, I ran into waves of the pandemic, and along the way, I also met with many setbacks and hardships. The lowest point was probably when my studies were delayed, I sank to rock bottom, and then I fell ill. I shut myself in my room and didn't go out for a month. In the end, it was thanks to the encouragement of book friend Window Cat that I pulled myself together and resumed updating.
There are no shortcuts in life; instead, it often makes you take detours. Looking back on these past two years, there was so much time wasted and so many false starts. The only thing I can take comfort in is that I wrote this little book. Mm, I hope it can become a big book. Cat-Cat sat before a small wooden table, imagining a truly vast world, deducing it bit by bit as it slowly moved forward. Though my family criticized it as fantasy, I still want to invite everyone in to take a look. Two million words, and it's still only the beginning of the story.
After officially stepping into society, I encountered a lot of real-life pressure. Writing is something I like, and it makes me very happy. I'm always thinking that if there were enough subscriptions, perhaps I could truly keep writing forever and make it part of my future. Yet between ideals and reality, there are still quite a few steps of distance, like holding up a stone that presses down