Well, let's skip the sob story.
Let's talk about this book instead. As a complete newbie, I honestly didn't know what to say. So far, this book's performance has exceeded my expectations—this wasn't my first time writing. Before this, a certain Grand Eunuch updated at a snail's pace and often dropped his books, so I boldly rose up from the readers' ranks and embarked on the road of writing, a road of no return.
A newbie's first book was always destined for hardship. I had classes to attend, games to play with my buddies every day, a vibrant campus life, and mountains of exercises to finish. Where would I find time to write? I painfully squeezed out two hundred thousand words on and off, then shamelessly escaped into the outline. Although I personally thought that Xianxia novel was decent, I still abandoned it, often comforting myself with the excuse, "It was just an unfinished ending, not a dropped book."
Why did I call writing a road of no return? Because it really was addictive. Whenever I had free time, I always wanted to write something. Then, as I wrote, the passion faded and I felt exhausted, immediately wanting to abandon my principles, dig a hole, and never fill it in. Before I became a writer, I utterly despised authors like that. But that was life—people always became what they hated most.
All right, back to the point. I was somewhat surprised that this book had made it this far. I wasn't naturally persistent, and I was a little sensitive too. Like before, when I often got into arguments with people in the review section. Some senior writers had warned me that, as a newcomer, the best approach was to ignore it. Maybe because I was young, I always had this