This should be the most painful comment I wrote.

It's finished.

But this is the most tangled ending I have.

After all, it is a true unfinished ending.

The readers are unhappy and don’t like it, and I am not happy and don’t like it, and I feel sad and sorry for everyone, including myself.

This book is the best I have ever done since I wrote it.

I was so excited that I even made women's clothing.

But the great start slowly made me mess up.

This especially makes me feel very guilty about the editor Jinghong, who had always recommended me. Although my communication with Jinghongda was almost gone, I am still very grateful to Jinghongda. After all, I have been struggling for so many years and have been persisting until now. Jinghongda is like my own mentor. So after the end, I am sorry to the readers and the second is to sorry to the editor Jinghongda.

In fact, I have summarized and reflected on myself a lot before the middle and late writing collapse.

Everything started after the Battle of Wanyang.

I felt very stressed when I wrote such results for the first time. I always reminded myself to stay steady and not to collapse. Take my time and look at the opinions of the readers. After all, the readers are my parents of food and clothing. As a result, as I looked, I found that the opinions of the readers were very big on the issue of Ningduo, which made me fall into self-doubt. Is there any problem with the characters I portrayed?

From the beginning, I thought of writing the role of Ning Duo as a witch like Wanwan, but I couldn't bear to die by reading the opinions of the readers. In the end, I made the most wrong decision that affected the whole book and changed the outline. As a result, all the changes were broken. Then I became less confident and became more and more painful. I delayed it until now that I was forced to finish it. It was also painful and also a bit relieved.

But more problems still come from myself. I have too many experiences in losing and too little experience in success. Coupled with the influence of real life, if I think about it carefully, I ended up like this and it was my own fault.

Since the writing collapse, I have basically not read the backstage, nor have I read the comments from the readers in this chapter, because I dare not, because I know what the hell is writing, and I still like to interact with readers, and gradually I can only interact in the group and act cute.

2020.

This is a really touching year.

Looking back on all this year.

The novel failed.

Feelings failed.

At first I thought I had gained a lot, but I lost more.

These months.

Especially starting from every two thousand updates to frequent interruptions.

I was completely trapped in the overwhelmed and confused.

It's been a long time.

I figured it out.

Then make a break for yourself and start over.

I don’t know if I had a bad impression of writing my first book in junior high school, and sometimes I would think of changing my vest.

But after thinking about it, I'll just forget it.

People will change.

Just like the first book I wrote and the current book.

If you don't read the author.

Who would have thought it would be the same author?

so.

I will also write books under this pseudonym.

As for the new book, I don't know when to write it, take it slowly.

In the coming days, I will scan the list and read other authors’ books and study, and then read more other things to recharge myself...

well.

I'm still feeling very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!