This story had reached the point where it was going premium.
To all the readers who thought this story was pretty good, decent, and had kept voting for me, I wanted to thank you. While writing this story, you let me feel happiness as well.
To the readers who thought this story was bad, childish, or laughable, I was grateful to you too. You let me know where I still fell short, proving that I still had room to improve and that my story could become more interesting.
Besides, my writing was poor. That was an indisputable fact.
If the story I wrote had offended some readers, I offered my apologies. There were places I truly revised many times, yet I still could not satisfy every reader, and criticism was unavoidable.
Actually, wasn't there a saying like this?
Liking something needed no reason; conversely, disliking something needed no reason either, right?
As for those critical remarks, I would think them over and reflect on them too.
Sometimes, when I saw certain readers' comments, I found them quite interesting. It made me feel as though we were having a conversation through this story. Although I rarely responded, I could sense the mood behind their comments—it was simply venting and having fun.
There would also be questions and suggestions, and I could feel all of that. Though they said handwriting revealed the person, I felt that words and actions better reflected someone's inner self. Of course, that was only my own view, haha (just chatting here).
Perhaps readers had different opinions.
Actually, I did not dare reply to criticism either. I was afraid of getting scolded, haha.
The story would go premium tomorrow. After that, I would post one extra chapter every day—two chapters in total. Some readers had also said that