The Days the Light Forgot

That year, that summer, that time of us

Good evening, Huahuazi! (A fierce woman's hug!)

The following was written in 2020. I didn't want to listen to the ancient literature teacher ramble on and on, so I remembered a novel I wrote a long time ago and, ignoring the red light on my phone's memory, I downloaded the 17K file again. I flipped through the contents of my own novel, marveling at my writing skills back then and admiring my perseverance (even though no one was reading it, I was able to maintain a consistent writing style and slowly finish my novel little by little). Your comment about "a gift to my 20-year-old self" really resonated with me. Yes, my novel *The God's Dislike* is also a gift to my 18-year-old self, a way to bring my fading high school years to a close, and a passionate conclusion to my once unwavering faith. (Although it's not well-written, I'm already very satisfied.) Over a hundred chapters, more than a year of perseverance—the disappointments, joys, and despair behind it all were slowly processed by myself. That chapter of "little reflections" you wrote was probably an insincere "complaint" born from overwhelming disappointment. Seeing your words, I clicked on the comments, wanting to say something, typing a bunch of things but always feeling something was off, so I deleted and retyped, then deleted again, repeating this process until finally deciding to delete it completely. I checked your last update time; it's been a long time since then. I'm genuinely worried you won't update anymore [this is kind of worrying about a fellow comrade, hahaha]. Actually, there's more, but it's been so long I don't know where I've saved it in (ಥ_ಥ). Here's what I'll be talking about today. Thank goodness you're finally back! ⊙▽⊙ Keep it up, Big Flower! [This is a bit of a corny way to address her.] Although I don't have any new works yet and have had thoughts of giving up, I haven't really given up and have been persevering. I hope you keep going, take it slow, and remember that what you hold onto will eventually come to pass. Success is not achieved overnight. If we've gone through the same struggles that the masters have, we can become masters too! [Keep it up! (*^▽^)/★*☆] (๑>؂<๑) Seeing fellow "comrades" I met around the same time in your comments section, I hope you and everyone else will continue to persevere, focus on writing your own stories, and create your own worlds. Be neither arrogant nor impatient, neither humble nor worried, endure the tedious period, and climb to the summit of your desired destination (๑>؂<๑) Come on, let's cheer each other on and work hard together!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't ask me why I wrote so much, it's simply because I'm beautiful and kind [hehehe]. (ಥ_ಥ) Note: These are purely my heartfelt words. ♡

Keep it up! Support the writer who is working hard, and support the heartfelt expression of emotions!

Good evening, Big Flower! Get some rest! I'm off after delivering the tickets 😂

Good morning, Huahua! It's a new week, let's keep going! (ง •̀_•́)ง I'm starting a check-in thread so I won't get lost. 😂

It's been so long since I've visited, I missed you so much! I'm finally here, it's been so hard! 😂 It seems that Su Ke really did nothing wrong, from any perspective. But it was precisely because of this that she broke down when she heard this in her most desperate moment: that it is only natural for those who have done wrong to be punished, and that she had done nothing wrong, yet she still had to endure such humiliation, which shattered the pillar that had been holding her up. At this moment, Su Ke might need some silent companionship: handing her a tissue while she sobs, offering her a shoulder to lean on when she's tired, or draping a coat over her shoulders when she's cold—these are the warmth of human kindness. What is Zhao Yilun thinking now? I think it's not pity, but heartache and regret from the bottom of his heart, because, as Su Ke said, she doesn't know his past, and he doesn't know hers either. Perhaps through such a difficult process, through silent communication and opening their hearts to each other, they can learn about each other's stories. I don't know how to evaluate Su Ke's mother. All I can say is that things change, and it's best to respect her and leave. The current mother is now forced to compromise. Even if she knew what happened, she would still cry and beg Su Ke not to treat her stepfather that way. That's right, Su Ke's stepfather can't escape legal punishment. While one might want to tear him to pieces right now, appropriate methods should be used. Zhao Yilun's presence will help Su Ke gradually regain her rationality, return to her former innocent self, and become the person who understands her best in the future. This is a knot in my heart, and it will take a long time to heal.

Haha, good morning, Big Flower! I'm creating a fan page here too, hahaha (ಡωಡ)hiahiahia, hahaha I'm here to give you votes to support you 😏😏😏

I once caught a ray of sunlight at dusk, but I couldn't find you anywhere. They gradually widened the distance between them, going further and further apart. You're trying to leave me in the dust 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 It's so frustrating. 😂😃😄👿😉😊☺😍😍😏😒😓😔😖😘😝😞😠😡😢😣😥😨😪😭😰😱😲😳😷🙃😛😛🤓🤓 Actually, I came here to pay my respects, Hua. Good afternoon.

Hey, I'm here! Why didn't you tell me earlier that the other book was moving? I'm practically a hall master in the next room! 😂 Never mind, whatever makes you happy. These two chapters are truly heartbreaking π_π I thought it was okay if the romance was tragic, but the family relationships are like this too? You truly deserve to be the stepmother of the novel's heroine 😓 But I still support it!