February is almost gone, it’s so fast to think about it.

I have been writing the book Anne for more than a year, spanning two years, from October 2012 to February 2014. I once stopped updating it, even eunuchs.

But I finally picked it up again, when I was about to graduate.

In fact, more than ten days ago I found a job as a fairy tale editor. To put it bluntly, I copied fairy tales. I copied eight thousand words every day and was exhausted. I worked for three days and then asked myself, do you really want to do this?

?Do you really want to write eight thousand words for others every day and let others criticize your writing style and pen?

No, don't.

So I resigned.

I don't want that.

I told myself to write my own story, every word for myself, and to fuck other people’s stories.

I told myself this was the most handsome time in my life.

There is no one.

Actually, I really didn’t want to say any more sensational words, because I know the world doesn’t believe in tears, and neither does the starting point.

but.

However, please allow me to be pretentious again.

Carrying this age-old story and nearly 800,000 words on my back, I am walking on a road with no way forward. I am really, very lonely.

I need your help, you, everyone reading this story, if you like this story, if you want to see this story finally write the end.

Please subscribe, yes, I don’t ask for a monthly ticket, I don’t ask for extravagance.

I just ask for a subscription, which is a small thing for you, but it is an infinite support for me.

I will be on the road and see the light.

Thanks.

——————Chen Senran in the early hours of the morning
Chapter completed!