Late Autumn in Varna

I'm so pitiful. How many women going through menopause are writing beautiful love stories and still hoping to make them sweet? Ah, just kill me! Story introduction: In late autumn, ancient maple trees burst into flame across mountain ranges untouched by human feet in the distance. Horned spirits and hidden doves sang long songs, while a breeze rustled through the waves of wheat. Dandelion seeds burst forth and drifted past the visitor from another world, carried by the seasonal wind and its earthy fragrance. This is late autumn in Varna. Feng Jici, an Earthling with a powerful golden finger, realized that there didn't seem to be anything left for him to do, until he met Sannia, a woman as free as the wind. She was a girl who was like Jane Eyre, but not quite Jane Eyre. Brave and resilient, she had a grand dream: to enter the Tower and become one who held the scales. Though she was an ordinary person, she had the lofty ambition of hanging the First Augustus... As for beautiful love? Maybe it's something like this: I want to take you somewhere warm and sunny so we can love each other, but you dream of reaching for the moon. That's all right. I can build you a ladder, and even become a good blacksmith... The best way to live alongside the world isn't just to fit in. It's also to overthrow it and build a new world for love. This is just how the story is. I can't write a story simply. Many dear readers have said they can't follow it, but I've only just begun. All right... I've written over seventy character biographies, and the story will only get more complex. Three chapters when it goes VIP. That's just how unambitious I am... I remember when I launched three novels at once and updated twenty thousand words a day. It feels like a dream now... Actually, I used up all my life force back then. Sometimes I ask myself: You shameless braggart, always telling people you'll write until you're sixty. Well, let's see if you even live that long. I recently bought an inversion table, hoping it might help. I'm grateful for the patience, thoughtfulness, and generosity of all the lovely girls. I wish you all well. Even if nobody reads this story, I'll still treat it seriously and write it with care. I've been through something like this myself. For my first series, I once wrote a book for seven people. When you reach my age, you learn one thing: don't force anything. Be grateful for everything, then entrust yourself to the great god of writing and to all of you. You can do whatever you like with me. It goes VIP starting with chapter twenty-seven. Theme: Learning is the only way forward in love