Chapter 32: A New Year Letter to My Readers

A New Year Letter to My Readers

Reader A: I’ve been in the group for only three years

Reader B: Such a “only three years”

For an author with sixteen years of writing experience, three years of readership is indeed fresh and young—worthy of the word “only.”

When I impulsively picked up the pen sixteen years ago, I never imagined this journey would last so long, yet here I am, having come this far.

Whenever I release a new book or occasionally vent on my official account, some readers always step forward to say: I grew up reading your books.

Some readers grew up with Lao Duan’s books; others have grown old alongside Lao Duan.

Sixteen years—from youth to middle age—these readers who have stood beside Lao Duan have become like family.

Middle age, with elderly parents and young children, carries an invisible weight; life’s hardships arrive unexpectedly.

My father’s sudden stroke once severely disrupted my writing for a long time—updates became unstable, output dropped; the support from readers in word and deed was the brightest splash of color in that dark period.

To this day, some readers still leave messages asking after my father’s health; here I give a unified update: his condition still fluctuates slightly, but overall it has stabilized.

Looking forward to the new year!

Let all misfortunes end here; let beauty arrive as promised.

For Lao Duan, your support is what beauty means.

Thank you all!

Wishing you all peace, health, and smooth sailing in the new year!