Half a month after starting the book, every time feels like pre-pregnancy syndrome.
Afraid the child won't be liked by everyone, afraid of disappointing everyone, afraid of this, afraid of that.
Until the new book is really out, seeing those familiar faces appearing in the new book, my fearful heart is gradually soothed by you.
Writing each book feels like experiencing a love affair, restless, afraid my treasures will drift away from me.
But in fact, you've once again made me fall deeply in love.
My love for you is unrelenting.
Thank you to every one of you who voted for me.
Thank you to every one of you who spent money to endorse me.
Thank you to everyone who left a comment.
Thank you to everyone who is used to being silent but keeps an eye on me silently.
Even though you often joke about sending me razor blades, I know those truly sent are all love.
It's support for "Eggs," a fondness for the new book, a recognition of my efforts, thank you all.
