While writing tonight, my thoughts were a complete mess, and I couldn't calm down at all. I wanted to update, to compete for monthly tickets, but I couldn't even write a single chapter after several hours. Because of the housing dispute, if the matter can't be resolved, the money my mother has worked so hard to earn for most of her life will be lost. She runs a small business selling non-staple foods. My father passed away when I was in my first year of high school. She doesn't know a single word and gets up early and works late every day for four or five years without rest. If something goes wrong with the house, I can't imagine what will happen.

When I was in high school, I was immature and often took money from home to go online and play games all night. I still remember when the teacher visited my home, my mother cried with tears streaming down her face, looking at me with disappointment. It wasn't until I went to college that I became a little more sensible. In order to reduce the burden on my family, I often went out to find work during my freshman year, but I was repeatedly rejected and even cheated. Later, I entered Qidian and started writing, hoping to earn money from writing. I wrote one book after another, and failed seven times in a row. It wasn't until I wrote *Shenbing Liqi* that I signed my first contract with Qidian. I still remember the scene clearly. It was summer, and the whole school was on summer vacation. I was the only one left in the dormitory, and I was stuck there writing non-stop. At that time, I was typing with two fingers, one word at a time. I had been playing games for seven or eight years, but I never learned to type properly. I wanted to slap myself in the face.

Later, I started earning money from writing. My mother has been doing business for so many years, and she thought that her son could earn money, that she could almost retire, that the suffering was coming to an end, and that she could enjoy a good life. But then this happened. Recently, I've been running around all day, writing from 3 p.m. to 3 a.m. Every day, I feel like I'm about to collapse.

I originally wanted to fight for the monthly ticket chart, but a problem arose at the most critical time.

The 28th is a wasted day.

Perhaps this month is destined to be my regret, but I am powerless.

There are only two days left, the 29th and the 30th. There is a difference of more than 500 monthly tickets. I estimate that I won't be able to catch up. I will continue to explode on the 29th and 30th because I promised before. Even if I can't get first place, I want to lose with a clear conscience. At least I fought!

If I can't get first place this month, I will be back. I swear!

The 28th is Qi Zai's birthday. Happy birthday to Qi Zai, as well as Di Diao, Duo Duo, Xian Xian, Yan Mie, Xiao Chong, Sha Sha, Guo Guo, Yantou Dashu, Sun… You are the ones who accompanied me through thick and thin. Writing *Thief Reborn* allowed me to meet you brothers and sisters, which is what I am most proud of.

Thank you to all the book friends who have supported me. I am really grateful.