Perhaps I am just a madman.
Yes, this month, I brazenly declared that I wanted to take the number one spot on the monthly vote rankings; and with everyone's help, I did!
If madness leads to success, it becomes life; if it fails, it might simply end as emptiness.
Thank you all for your wholehearted support, for ensuring that my audacious claim didn't become a joke.
I've been writing for eight years, though I don't know how much longer I can keep going. Today, an Alliance Leader mentioned that this day also marks the anniversary of a rankings battle four years ago.
Youth flees in the blink of an eye, so let's once again indulge in carefree revelry together.
Look at us—ultimately, we garnered over thirty-five thousand votes! Among the men on the main site, we even ranked second!
You are all just incredible!
To borrow Zhu Zan's words, you're almost catching up to my level of greatness! Hahaha, hiding my face—how shameless.
Now, let's be serious for a moment.
Here, I want to thank every friend who subscribes to the official version. A lofty building rises from the plain ground; it's your continued support that has brought me to where I am today. Thank you for bestowing this honor upon me.
Thank you to the friends in the red envelope section, thank you Ice from the south, thank you Last Bullet, thank you My 12, thank you to many others whose names I cannot fully recall—your contributions and efforts are brightly recorded in the red envelope section.
Thank you to those who cast monthly votes, thank you to those who subscribed everywhere just to gather monthly votes, thank you to those who actively exchanged votes for me—thank you for saying, "For Xi, for Miss Jun."
Thank you to so many people—those I know and those I don't, those I've met and those who know me. Although I might not see your names, every achievement of Miss Jun carries your mark—thank you.
These past few days have been serendipitous, as I happened to write about the snowy battles in the northern lands. Though I am a woman, I am oddly drawn to these scenes—those tinged with sorrow yet grandeur, despair yet perseverance, life's bitterness still accompanied by the madness of drinking wine and singing loudly for joy.
I don't know how much longer I can write, but I hope to write for a lifetime.
I don't know how long those gathered today will walk alongside me in the days to come, but I hope, when we look back someday, everyone remembers the singing and camaraderie of this very moment.
Finally, youth is endless, and so is the pursuit of votes. A new month has begun, and so, once again, I extend my hand.
Please cast your guaranteed monthly votes for me.
Let us continue our joy and revelry together—shall we drink, sing, and dance in celebration?
To end, I leave you with a verse from Nalan Xingde, gifted to his friends, as my tribute to all of you, to youth, and to everything beautiful in this world.
May we, too, live like this.
Indeed, perhaps I am just a madman.
Once upon a time, amidst the capital's dust and grandeur, where noble families and fine garments gathered.
With only wine to pour upon the soil of Zhao Prefecture—who would cherish such sentiments?
If you disbelieve in fate, you might still find kindred spirits.
Bright eyes, resonant songs, youth still not yet spent, wiping away the tears of heroes before the wine cup.
Do you not see? The moon is like water.
We must lose ourselves in this night together with you.
No matter the slander of sharp tongues or disdain for beauty—it has been the same throughout time.
Life's uncertainties and sorrows are not worth asking about. Laugh them off into the cold air.
Upon reflection, regret flows from beginning to end.
A single day's longing persists for a thousand calamities, and in future lives, the connections may endure.
Make your promises count—remember them well.
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Requesting your guaranteed monthly votes.
Bow in deep gratitude!