The Day We Broke Up, the Tycoon's Heir Came Begging to Marry Me

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Every time I type "The End of Text," I feel a strange sense of melancholy and sadness. This is especially true of this book. Around 200,000 words, it was decided to "cut it short," so the secondary couple and the second half of the story were never developed. The protagonist's story can only be completed within a limited time and word count. My grades weren't good, and I kept reflecting on why. After searching for all sorts of reasons, it may ultimately come down to just that it "doesn't look good". That period was really depressing. I would sit in front of the computer for hours every day, but I couldn't even type 100 words. The data in the backend has reached a terrible level, and I feel like giving up at any moment. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and suddenly feel incredibly sad, and I even fall into self-doubt. Back then, I was almost always feeling emo: Forget it, let's cut the story, let's rewrite it, anyway, not many people read it. But I was also somewhat unwilling to give up. It's a bit of a shame to cut the whole story off like this, since the entire story has already been set up. Later, when I had nowhere else to turn, I remembered my original intention for writing: I wanted to share a story. A story that may truly exist in a different time and space. I've moved it here and am sharing it in words with those who like it. Maybe some people won't like it, but that's okay, there will always be people who like it. Even if only one person is left in the end, I still want to tell her. Ultimately, it was also lucky, because someone started to like it. Looking at those familiar IDs and reading each of your comments, I feel that persevering has been meaningful. Although the results were still poor and there was still a lot of criticism, it was alright because there were fewer readers, so most of what I received was encouragement and support. Thinking about it that way, there was a bit of bittersweet joy in it all... It seems like it's been a long time since I've written such a sentimental closing statement. Maybe it's because it happened to be late at night, when my mental defenses are weak, that I'm always more prone to being sentimental. Of course, those little angels who can seriously read through all these sentimental and pretentious words are definitely true fans and won't criticize me... In this vast sea of ​​books, it's truly wonderful to have met such kind and lovely people like you. I believe that long afterward, when I recall this book, I will remember some friends I've never met, who warmed every quiet, chilly night during that time. A book that begins in winter is destined to end in spring when the winter snow melts. Thank you for your companionship over the past four months. May you have a peaceful and happy life ahead. ——2:16 AM, April 1, 2025

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I really enjoy reading this novel; the plot is very engaging.

It would be even better if there were more episodes every day!