A Long, Silent Winter

I don't know why this story began.

By the time I wanted to write it down, I had already forgotten why I'd started writing it in the first place.

This is the first story I've resolved to give a HAPPY ENDING, and it will definitely have a satisfying conclusion.

I think this is a story that can make people truly happy.

One more thing: Some of the surnames and historical details in this story are the same as those of real countries, but I've simply thrown them together at random, with no basis in fact. Anyone who knows history, please don't criticize me.

I don't think this story will be very long. That's not how it usually goes: I start with only a rough outline, but once I begin carefully fleshing it out, I can't stop.

I keep turning over every detail of this story in my mind. As soon as class ends, I run out into the corridor and stand there, gazing at the sky and thinking about my novel. After a while, I can actually see their faces and hear their voices before me, so vividly.

Let me make one thing clear: this story is very different from my previous ones. The heroine isn't innocent, pampered, or weak, but she is the most perfect character in my heart.

And so, through shaping the heroine, I have witnessed my own growth.