The Record of Double Cultivation of the Royal World

Fortunately, the longing is silent, otherwise it would be deafening; Fortunately, the heartache is silent, otherwise the world would be shocked; Fortunately, I miss you without a trace; otherwise, the waves would be rough; Fortunately, loving you is guiltless; otherwise, the sin would be grave. The cursor on the screen flashed again and again, and I finally woven my longing for the Samoyed "My Neighbor Totoro" word by word into "Thirteen Autumns" and published it on Qidian. I always think of its snow-white fur soaked in the warmth of the sun, and when it rests its head on my lap, its wet nose gently rubs the back of my hand, and even its yawns are filled with soft milky breath. These tiny moments have now become endless worries on the keyboard. I don't have any earth-shattering stories to tell, I just hope to use words to build a little nest for it - here, it will never grow old and can always jump into my arms with its tail wagging. This novel is not written for others to read. It is a memory that I secretly hide at the starting point. I want to say to it in Wangxing: I have never forgotten you. This fairy road built by words is the eternal life I give it - here, it can always wagging its tail and jump into my arms, and we will never be separated again.