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I submitted all the evidence I had.

My communication with my pen pal.

The outline I drafted.

The brief character descriptions I wrote.

My creative experience and thought process.

And various inspirations mentioned during casual chats with friends.

These all prove that I am the true LuminousMoon.

They are also evidence.

In my past life, depression kept me from reaching this point.

But in this life, although there were subtle signs of a relapse, I managed to pull through.

I sincerely shed tears of joy for my own strength.

In the presidential suite, alone, gazing at the white screen, tears flowed down my cheeks.

I know.

Maybe after today's events, things won't get better for me.

But they definitely won't get worse.

...

The situation exploded once I uploaded all the evidence.

My best friend was shocked and called to ask.

She was furious.

"Are you stupid or what? Su Hao said he'd help you manage this, and you really let him do it."