my first love letter to you

Treasure, you can see words like faces.

In Leek's heart.

I have always believed that readers who can read this are very precious people in my heart.

Love in my heart.

I have been writing this until now. Without your support, I wouldn’t be able to persevere.

First of all, thank you for your company. Secondly, what I want to say is:

In the last chapter, the appearance of zombie rats was a little troublesome, because there are many rats, several times more than humans, and they can also climb walls and dig holes.

It's so scary, I don't know how to deal with it yet.

So I will temporarily remove this part. [The previous chapter has been completely rewritten. Please refresh it (just click on the table of contents page and then scroll down). There is no charge for the new content. 】

In addition, some of my precious readers told me to stick to myself, and I was very moved when I saw that.

Don’t worry, there won’t be any supernatural powers or fantasy in this book.

I will just follow the development of the plot and mutate the zombies appropriately. After all, I don’t want to just write about human struggles. The presence of zombies will definitely account for a large part later.

In addition, the plot of the zombie rats is not completely abandoned, but I haven’t figured out how to deal with it yet. But it feels like there are some problems now. Let’s watch the plot later. Play it safe and steady. If it happens, I will figure out how to make it reasonable.

Thanks again for your suggestions and comments. In my opinion, the charm of online articles lies in being able to communicate with everyone at any time.

I will listen to everyone's suggestions, but I will also review the stories that I want to tell in my heart. There is no conflict between the two. I will listen to what I think is good and not listen to what is bad.

Each of your comments is as touching as a love letter, making waves in my heart and tugging at my heartstrings.

Every time you reward and vote, I wish I could commit myself to you.

The clicking sound of my keyboard is a beautiful mistake

I am not a returnee, and I hope I am not a passer-by either.

It's someone who can accompany you, make you relax, and make you happy.

My heart is already filled with your looks.

——I love you little leeks

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(After writing this, I will continue to type, and I will say again that you can read the previous chapter again for free, and everything has been changed.)