After a year and six months, the book finally came to an end.

I wrote this book on a whim. I thought there would be no resounding when I posted it, but I didn't expect someone to notice it.

I'm very happy...

Some people like my story, which makes me very excited, but some people "spray" my book, which makes me feel disheartened and almost cut off.

The passion made me persevere, withstood the pressure of my initial academic work, updating, and “spraying”, allowing me to keep updating.

But the results of this book were not good after all. Later, some things in life forced me to keep up with more time, and then lose more and more. My passion gradually cooled down...

The manuscript fee converted from less than 100 orders in the latest chapter cannot make up for the more than one hour of my time typing on the keyboard and designing the plot.

But the obsession with beginning and end made me stand up.

It is a very meaningful thing to write a book of your own.

Because of writing this book, I tried to spend three hours a day for the first time doing one thing for several months.

Because of writing this book, I earned my first salary in my life.

Because of writing this book, I paid my first tax to my motherland.

Because of writing this book, I felt the touch of being supported and the pain of being hurt.

Because of writing this book, you and I met here...
Chapter completed!