I apologize to everyone.

[Spoilers ahead!]

I'm so sorry everyone!

During the days I was writing about loving my daughter, I was in utter despair. On one hand, I was being criticized and warned of potential pitfalls, and on the other hand, the research I did made my worldview crumble.

After the hiatus, I looked at real events and comments everywhere, and finally concluded that gender equality is [forever] impossible, and An Zhengzheng's path is a dead end.

So I became a single person who will not marry or have children:

By preventing female offspring from being born into this world, one can forever avoid being harmed by patriarchal society.

If male offspring are prevented from being born into this world, there will be no one to harm women forever.

(Even if I teach my son to respect women, the environment will likely corrupt him. I also cannot guarantee that every male descendant will live a normal life and not oppress other women.)

Because of understanding feminism, they chose not to marry or have children, and because of not marrying or having children, they chose to abandon feminism.

I started to think that my junior sister's path was the right one, but I didn't have her abilities.

Not only men, but also women who choose to give birth in accordance with patriarchy, excluding women who are forced to have children due to physiological reasons, are perpetrators. "You know how the world treats women, but you still choose to bring her into this world."

Because of my decision not to marry or have children, and my belief that the world is beyond saving, I became very cold and even malicious.

The thought process behind writing this book: love for daughters → misogyny → the PM incident + other things made me also misogyny → misogyny + misogyny = let the whole world explode, loathing all of humanity → anti-birthism → I don't want to live anymore.

My attitude towards articles about female rivals and their wives giving birth has also changed.

I used to despise the existence of stories about female rivals and their wives giving birth; why mislead women like that?

But the truth is—it is the market that determines the text, not the text that determines the market.

Because there is a group of women who find pleasure in competing to be pampered wives, bear children, and seek favor, there are a large number of works on the market.

The vast majority of women simply do not want to be sober.

Compared to books like "The Female Lead is Annoyed by..." or "Misogyny", they would prefer to read books about beautiful wives and concubines.

Were their lives ruined by reading romance novels?

No, they did it on their own initiative.

The so-called implicit oppression (the influence of a sexist environment from childhood) does exist, but most people, when they have some awareness, will eventually reach out to their wives to compete for female favor.

They are unwilling to face pain. There are too many Zhou Yu'er in this world, but I am not An Zhengzheng.

Ultimately, I chose to betray the characters I created.

I'm so sorry.

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About the new book:

1. Don't bother reading my new book. It's just a piece of trash about female rivalry, so bad it makes me want to vomit. Every word I wrote was exhausting. I couldn't even squeeze out a few words in half a year. But I just wanted to see what the market for female rivalry novels would be like. Anyone who can stomach this book, "The Ruthless Path," should run away.

2. To reiterate: Do not watch this, not even a little bit. It tells the story of two girls who join hands to escape a feudal patriarchal society, but it also involves female rivalry and implicit one-sided entanglements.

3. Although I want to see if female-centric novels are ultimately a paradise for women, I can't completely cater to them yet; I'm still adjusting.

(I laughed so hard writing about the power struggles between women in a domestic setting, but I still couldn't help but depict the friendships and hardships of women. I even couldn't help but add some luster to the main villain. I feel like there's still a long way to go in terms of this kind of adjustment.)

But I have already betrayed my beloved daughter.

This is something I've never dared to face.

I accept criticism.

I also welcome everyone's advice on avoiding this book.

If you see this, run! If it's proven that female-oriented fiction ultimately belongs to female-centric competition, then I'll become like the author of the female-centric fiction I criticized.

I produce garbage because people who eat garbage find it delicious.

I'm nothing but trash.

The overall environment doesn't matter anymore; I don't even want to live anymore.

There is only one way to end all the suffering of women: prevent the birth of oppressed victims and prevent the birth of oppressors who oppress others.

But there will always be people in this world who will have children.

Women's suffering is endless.

Men are perpetrators, and so are women.

Junior sister is right.

An Zhengzheng's path is a dead end.

What I need to do is take care of my own life; I have no other source of income besides writing.

I want to save money to buy a single room in Hegang and spend my retirement there.

I don't date, I don't get married, I don't have children, and I cook with care every day.

(My father passed away, and my mother, along with my two younger brothers, severed ties with me. None of my sisters were ever born; I was the only one who wasn't aborted. My family ties are weak; I'm content being alone.)

The suffering of anyone outside is none of my concern. My final form is just a handful of yellow earth, and I am currently on my way to becoming yellow earth.

Men will continue to oppress women. Many women will also risk their lives, suffer physical damage, and even be denied the right to name their children, to continue giving birth to women who are waiting to be oppressed.

That's fine.

If you can get into the book "The Heartless Way", it means that none of my subsequent books will be to your liking.

Run!

Don't look back!

They carried it onto a train and fled overnight.

at last.

I'm so sorry.