500,000 words, boiled for half a year.

The first time I wrote it, I had no experience at all.

I chose the ending because this book really brought me a lot of negative emotions.

A lot.

Even to the point of exploding.

The QQ group was created by me using QQ, and I am always online.

As long as it's a reader, they can find me, and some readers come to me to talk about the plot, and I reply as soon as possible, asking me to manage, and I almost didn't refuse.

But one night at three o'clock, a troll woke me up and beat me up, and I actually waited silently for him to finish spraying. I'm just going to delete people.

At that time, I had a glass heart attack, and I felt that it was really useless.

After thinking about it for a long time, I was extremely depressed, and my glass heart was shattered, and my heart was torn apart.

I want to whitewash the protagonist, I want to whitewash that piece, because it's really cool to stand on the moral high ground and condemn people.

And it won't get sprayed.

But the previous chapters can't be changed.

In fact, since that plot was written, Sydney has been sprayed.

Once, I was bubbling in the group, and my girlfriend was there, and there was a troll squirting me.

It was very sad at the time.

I don't have any pursuits in life, I didn't make hundreds of thousands of dollars by writing just one article, and I was insulted by all my parents and relatives, which is really gnashing my teeth.

I don't think you can watch it if you don't like it, so why bother finding my chat software to spray me?

It was even more infuriating at three o'clock in the middle of the night, which was why I didn't want to continue.

I can't choose to ignore it, I don't like to read these statements, can I not read them?

No.

Because I can see it clearly in the background.

Even if I delete it.

He also left a mark on my heart.

Once or twice, you can laugh it off, but if it's too much, the mentality will explode directly.

This happened before my eunuch. It's like sending me a blade.

I know trolls don't have a little to lose.

The loss is all mine.

I was planning to write as much as I could, but the mood came, and I didn't use any plan, not to mention that I was in a really bad mood at the time.

I am a young man and do not have an old-fashioned attitude towards life.

No one comforted me.

Like many people who commit suicide, not being able to figure it out is often a thought.

It's a very simple truth, and now I think about it, but I was confused at the time.

So......

I offer a testimonial of the completion of the book in advance.

Thank you to the readers who have supported me, I know what it was like to feel when I put this book to a close.

It's like I was woken up at three in the morning and then I was filled with negativity.

I'm sorry.

Forcibly finished the book.

This is more than 20 days later, Sydney's finished testimonial.

Can't say anything good.

I felt like I had been miscarried, inexplicable, my heart was empty, and I felt relieved.

It's like watching a seriously ill deformed creature finally die, and I silently breathe a sigh of relief.