Afterword
Afterword
At last it’s time for the afterword again.
Every time this moment comes I always feel a little drained — there are so many things I want to say but I somehow don’t have the strength to say them.
My past afterwords weren’t long, maybe a thousand or so characters.
This one was especially exhausting, because it’s the longest I’ve ever written…
It felt like running a marathon.
The first half is always easier; the farther you get into the second half, the more tired you become.
Every extra meter is a struggle.
This book added a million extra characters… I really admire those tough guys who can write tens or even hundreds of millions — they’re incredible.
I’m just not that capable.
I only want to rest.
That said, this book is actually my best-performing one… Some readers say it’s not as good as Spring and Autumn, some say it’s an improvement over Spring and Autumn — tastes differ, there’s no point arguing.
But personally, I’m not very satisfied.
It’s not that it’s badly written per se; the main problem is it isn’t the story I originally intended to write.
Truthfully, this book can’t really be called a pure progression/upgrading novel in the usual sense.
It’s more of a travelogue.
When I say those two words, I wonder how many people will suddenly go, “Ohhh, so that’s it.”