Dear Moonlings, :)
This is where the bus stops, my dears—for now. 87days. That's how long we've ridden with Yelan (or Moon, if that's the name that calls to you most). From that first isekai pull—scents pulling her into a world of intrigue and orchids—to these midnight teas and guarded whispers, we've filled empty pages with her fire. I sat in my chair, , fingers flying for 13 hours straight some days, heart racing as if I were reading it too. What would she say next? How would Jinshi's hand linger just a beat too long? It felt lonely at first—like staring at an empty night sky, stars too far to touch. But then you came. Your reads, your kudos, your quietness and some of you're warmth in the comments. Suddenly, my sky lit up. Those little lights—your lights—guiding me through the dark stretches, making the words flow brighter. You're my moonlings, each one a glow that says, Keep going. She's worth it.
So, here's the truth: This could be our last stop. If the winds shift and the road stays quiet, we'll let Yelan rest here—her scars a gentle mark, the palace a home half-won, the Night Orchid's whisper a song unfinished but beautiful. I've poured my soul into her, and that's enough. Grateful doesn't cover it—thank you for walking with me, for seeing the magic in her "gift or curse," for rooting for that slow-burn spark with Jinshi, for cheering Maomao's quips and Gaoshun's steady watch. You made this more than pages. You made it a journey.
But... if you want more? If Yelan's equal pains pull at you, if you crave the northern ruins' icy secrets, the ritual where bonds bloom into something unbreakable, or just one more stolen glance between a lord and his scent-witch... say the word. Your love—comments, theories, screams—will fire up the bus. We'll ride on: Vol 2, where the frost deepens but the warmth fights back harder. Where Yelan solves the something secret, not alone, but with hands that dote in the small ways—the tea shared, the limp matched, the scars shared too. Poll below: "Vol 2—yes or wait?" Your thoughts matter most. This journey's ours.
From one moon-chaser to her lights—thank you. Truly. You've filled my sky.
With petals and whispers, ~ Moon, Yelan. Dawn's waiting. 🌙✨
(If you're reading this on, drop a glory or comment—let's light the way! Vol 2 poll. What's your fav "small moment" from Vol 1?)