Another story has come to an end.

Another story has come to an end, and as is customary, it seems I ought to say something. Yet I find myself at a loss for words.

Since 2008, the tale of "The Lone Journey" has unfolded over five long years, dragging on and on until it finally reached its conclusion. There were moments when I considered abandoning it altogether. But something always seemed to push me forward, to prod me, to compel me—forcing me to see this story through to the end.

That something was all of you, patiently waiting on the other side of the web, anticipating that moment when a familiar name would suddenly flicker to life with the next page refresh, bringing with it a subtle thrill of joy and emotion. You, my readers, are the greatest driving force behind the completion of this story. This story belongs to you.

Of course, there are also those of you who live within the story itself—the characters who burst forth with inspiration and surprise. The collisions and encounters between you have sparked countless flashes of creativity, steering the narrative toward the ending you desired. I gave you words, but you gifted me a living, breathing world. As your creator, I owe you my most sincere gratitude.

"The Lone Journey" spanned five years, and for me—Little Xianzi—these five years have been a time of great transformation. In those years, I married, had a child, bought a house, changed jobs—a period of ceaseless upheaval. I can say that over these five years, I too accompanied Jeffrey Kidd through adventure after adventure.

Now, past thirty, I know myself well enough to admit that it’s no longer possible to rekindle the same passion for writing I once had. In many chapters, my pen felt heavy and clumsy; sometimes, the inability to find just the right word left me frustrated and sapped my will to continue.

But I believe I can still go on—and I will. I still have many intriguing ideas, and if I cannot bring each of them to life, I will remain deeply dissatisfied.

However, I truly cannot promise when my next story will appear.

To avoid leaving another unfinished pit, I intend to complete my next story in its entirety before releasing it. As for when, where, or what it will be, I cannot say. The only promise I can make is this: when Little Xianzi’s next story arrives, you will once again find it unique and unlike any other.

I have rambled on, my words meandering and chaotic, perhaps saying nothing at all. To everyone who reads these lines, I wish you a story of your own—one that belongs solely to you.

And finally, I’ll share a photograph of Little Xian—both to share with you the greatest joy of my life and, perhaps, as the irresistible display and pride of a doting father. Another most important woman has made her appearance in my life.