Let me share a few heartfelt words.

Today is October 6th. My book was published on September 6th—it's been a month now, and there are many thoughts I'd like to share with everyone here, something a bit official, just to summarize the journey of over three years.

Everyone knows that Xue isn't a full-time writer, just an office worker. In my spare time, my mind is always teeming with strange and wonderful ideas I hope to express, which is why I started writing novels.

Four books, four genres, four themes—somewhat impulsive, and many people find it hard to understand. Why can't you settle down and write steadily in one genre? Editors dislike authors like you! Can't you be more disciplined? But so much is beyond my control. Do you think I want things this way?

The first book was just practice; you can pretend it doesn't exist. I tried many times to ask the editor to delete this embarrassing history, but since it was sold as audio and distributed everywhere, it can't be deleted. This remains my greatest regret.

Then came "Speaking for the Dead," which I approached with utmost seriousness—gathering materials, taking notes, reading books, seeking out friends for stories. After all, forensic medicine has always been a dream career for me. I wrote it with care, and the feedback from readers was good, though I'll ignore the outcry and the "blade tactics" when Qianqian died.

But writing "Speaking for the Dead" was fraught with difficulties, repeatedly censored, often by competitors reporting me by name.

After that came seventy-two hours of revisions—nearly two million words, changed line by line. The hardship of it can't be summed up in a few sentences. Fortunately, six friends helped with the first and second reviews, and I personally only slept five hours in three days, but finally finished the edits. During that time, my mind felt completely empty.

Passion, hope, persistence—at that moment, nothing remained. I abandoned over thirty case materials and jumped straight to the ending. With all the restrictions and rules, I couldn't write anymore.

I was truly discouraged, which led me to "The Great Physician," fleeing to the history genre—a tale of an emergency doctor traveling back in time. It was my escape from reality, an attempt to soothe the pressure from "Speaking for the Dead," and I tried to keep the tone light.

Surprisingly, the book performed well, immediately advancing to Level Five and earning me a long-term contract with Yuewen Group—a milestone for me.

Afterwards, before "The Great Physician" was finished, I began preparing "Prison Break Notes." This book had many alternate titles: "Matrix Storm," "Prison Break 2020," "Lord of Time-Space City." A detailed outline of over ten thousand words was written almost in a single day—a rush of inspiration, a long-lost thrill, and an urge to write I had never felt before.

I shared the outline and my ideas with a few friends, only to be met with criticism. They said I should stay in the history genre; this book clearly called for a change. If I wrote something like Judge Bao or Song Ci, investigating cases, it would play to my strengths, guarantee recommendations, and secure a solid reader base.

I fell silent.

After thinking it over seriously for two days, I decided to stick to my original intention. I want to tell stories—interesting stories, stories that move me. Not simply for success or money, not just to churn out words daily. I don't want to lose that passion and sincerity, and I just want to be stubborn once.

Awkwardly, when an editor reviewed "Prison Break Notes," he dismissed it, saying it wouldn't succeed, though if I insisted, I could publish it. Suddenly, I was lost, not knowing which direction to take.

Then, as Yuewen's editors reshuffled and began accepting books in all genres, I quickly sent Shuize the manuscript and outline. Two hours later, Shuize asked me to add the chief editor on QQ, saying the chief editor had read my book and wanted to chat.

That feeling! I was ecstatic—ecstatic!

Ecstatic!

My hands and feet were cold, unable to type on the keyboard. After more than three years writing, it was my first time chatting with a chief editor, especially after such a setback. The chief editor asked if I could take a call, and we spoke for nearly twenty minutes.

The skills of an experienced editor are truly impressive. Just from the beginning and the outline, he could grasp the entire story's development. His recognition swept away the gloom left by the previous rejection, and after careful preparation, I published the book.

But reality is harsh. The urban genre is full of top authors, wave after wave, making me dizzy and nervous. Getting recommendations in this category is difficult. Thankfully, at that time, God vs. Satan gave me a Silver Alliance, boosting the book's performance. I must also thank Rong Xiaorong and Left Hand Severed for supporting me.

I know it will only get tougher ahead. But rest assured, Xue will do her best with "Prison Break Notes." It's not about making a fortune; I just want to tell a good story and be stubborn for once. How many chances do we have in life to be willful?

If you read along every day, leave a comment, or shout 666 for Xue, that's the greatest encouragement for me.

That's all for now. Thank you for being here. Hold Xue tight—the story ahead will be even more exciting!

Love you all~

Mwah~