After typing down these words in the whole book, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Relieved, reluctant, unwilling, regretful......

Many, many feelings, mixed together, very complicated, with my vocabulary and scum writing, I can't express it.

This is not the first time I have completed this book, and of course, this one is not the most satisfying one.

Some of the touches actually want to be written in more detail, such as the moment when the salted egg couple exposed their strength, for example, the moment when the little witch gave herself to self-dedication, and tearfully said that without her, there was a promising future, such as the moment when Lingyin's folding fan reflected her soul on the two paintings.

Xingli drove Jiro and others, the moment of enthusiastic participation in the war, I originally wanted to write, the protagonist and the string to conclude a contract with the gods, the scene of the relationship between the god of the root and the heroine, I have always wanted to write about it.

"Thou art destined."

It's really handsome and super loving.

Probably some friends can also see that although this book is a sand sculpture on the surface, some of the internal logical outlines have been done well, set up well, and the details have been deliberately handled.

I want to write a funny, warm, and touching article.

So I wrote, even though the book was not as profitable as I wanted, and I was still writing, and I was satisfied.

However, because of some things, especially these days when the shift was broken, I had a feeling of indescribability as soon as I put pen to paper.

Rejection, even nausea.

I might be planning to get back to what I do.

It's a pity that the little witch, the string, Lingyin and other characters have not been portrayed well.

A few months ago, I had already set up a plot that would sublimate the characters like the stars.

I'm sorry, I can't write.

I can't write that kind of plot in the same mood as I did at the beginning.

In the final chapter, I can only fill in the holes I can think of as much as possible, some of the things I can't remember......

No way, I can't really remember.

Then treat it as if it didn't.

Now the mood is complicated and I don't know what to say.

See you soon.

(As I typed those words, I thought to myself, maybe, yes, no goodbye.) ）

The heart is tired.

It's a pity that I can't bring you more joy and emotion.

I don't know how much joy and emotion this book has brought to you so far.

If there were some, I think I'd be happy, proud.

It started in December 2019 and was completed in May 2020.

Goodbye, friends who have accompanied me all the way, in fact, many of them are familiar to me.

If you still write books, you still write books like this, and then make a head.

Finally, does anyone want to leave paw prints?

New partner here deduct a 1.

Old buddy deducts a 1 here

I want to see how many people are still there.