Eternal Tranquility

It has been more than six years since I wrote this book. In the first three years, although I did not update it 30 days a month, I updated it at least 26 days a month.

Then three years ago, maybe because of too much mental stress or too much physical fatigue, one day the world suddenly started to spin, and I was so dizzy that I couldn't stand, and I was short of breath and couldn't breathe. I went to the hospital for a check-up and was diagnosed with neurasthenia.

I didn’t take this disease seriously at first, but for more than a year, I felt dizzy all the time. I wonder if any readers have experienced it. It’s like I’m going to fall down at any time and never get up again. The feeling of getting up. It's getting better recently, but I still feel dizzy from time to time, which is why I can't save one update a day.

I know very well that as a serial novel, if it cannot guarantee stable updates, how many readers will be lost. Because I am also a reader myself. If the books I follow are not updated in time, I will also scold the author.

So even though I was suffering from dizziness, I was still writing, but the frequency of updates began to decrease. Old readers may still remember that during the most serious period, although I updated every two or three days, I never said I would give up on this novel and let it be unfinished. I never had such an idea.

I used to love reading comments from readers. Whether it was praise or criticism, I was willing to accept it. Sometimes your reminders will make me notice loopholes in the plot and correct the deviated plot in time. Unless it's a malicious attack, I won't delete comments.

I don’t like to babble at the end of chapters, because as a reader, I’m annoyed by the author coming out to make a presence felt after each chapter, which will break my immersive mood while reading, so you rarely see me leaving messages.

In the past few months, I have found that I read comments less and less, and I feel like I am in a bad mood every time I read them. I'm starting to be afraid of reading comments.

Because someone in the comments has been "guiding" me on how to write. This kind of guidance gradually became unbearable for me. You can say that I am good at writing, but I really don’t need you to teach me how to write. How about I give you a pen and you can write it?

I accept criticism, but I don't accept orders. If you think my writing is not good, you can choose to abandon the book and not read it. While you are watching, you are nagging at me with the title of "disciple". Isn't that a bit too much?

Writing this book was an accident, and I didn’t expect to keep writing it for so long. I am also reflecting on whether my brain has become hard to use due to illness, so the plot I wrote cannot meet the readers' requirements.

It’s very easy to collapse in the late stages of a novel because there are so many pitfalls to fill in and a lot of funeral arrangements to make. I tried my best to strike a balance and try not to end the book.

I won’t say any more. I would like to thank my friends who have been following and subscribing over the past few years. I have been fortunate enough to accompany Liu Qinghuan all the way to the present. Thank you for being with me on this journey of immortality.

I don't accept orders, thank you!