Tomorrow at 12 o'clock at noon, it will be officially put on the shelves.

First of all, thank you to my editor-in-chief. I originally wanted to close the pen temporarily, but Ichisuo was too gentle...... Always encouraged and helped me, and so I had this book.

And Yisuo also thoughtfully researched the selling points for me, formulated the main line, arranged the gold finger, and designed the background and level. I thought, or let Yisuo write it for me directly.

He replied to me to get out.

But I'm ...... Can I be the one who has been wronged?

He didn't write it for me, so I wrote it blindly.

Hey, I'm only going to have a dozen chapters before I get a golden finger.

Hey, I'm only forty or fifty chapters out of the main story.

Hey, I don't add commercial routines to do whatever I want......

Above, just kidding.

I am really grateful for the support of Yisuo, who has helped me a lot in the past two years.

Take a bow.

Secondly, I would like to thank the enlightened editor who led me into the industry. I haven't seen you for years, how are you doing?

If available...... Just come and see me, I'll take you to farm, more than two acres, especially fertile. I can't plow it myself.

Then, thanks to the editor-in-chief Winnie, who brought me to the starting point and allowed me to find a platform that truly belongs to me. I have gained so many lovely readers, and I can empathize with them.

Thanks to editor Ziliang, I have broadened my online essay theory system and made me understand which direction I should work towards.

At last......

Thanks to all my readers.

You are the ones who gave me a new lease of life.

Nowadays, the first thing I do when I wake up is farming, and then I can't wait to click on the backstage to see your comments.

It's incredibly enjoyable......

Because I know that these readers of mine are laughing and rejoicing because of me.

Because of my appearance, they feel a little happy in their busy and heavy lives.

What do people live for?

My answer is, for myself.

We were all so tired.

Our time is not ours.

We have such troubles and such hardships every day. But no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to reach the light.

Only in the rush, the small rest for a short time, belongs to us.

So.

I want to turn into a candle flame.

No matter how dim.

No matter how small.

No matter how insignificant, how ridiculous.

As long as it can bring you a touch of warmth, a trace of a smile, a trace of relaxation......

That's what makes me valuable.

……

Bow to all readers.