Friends, I am shamelessly asking for a day off today.
I don’t make up excuses, I didn’t get sick or have any accidents. This is the first time I’ve taken leave since the release of this book.
It's just that I've been locked up in a dark room for several days in a row, and my mentality is a bit broken.
After drinking in the evening, I looked through the original outline. Compared with the current work, it is no longer a story.
As a reader, I used to feel resentful and resentful.
Now I accidentally became a street writer, and gradually I realized that the water here is also quite deep. If it is a dragon, you have to coil up, and if it is a tiger, you have to lie down.
There is nothing to complain about, after all, I typed every word myself, made up the story, and all the problems are my own.
I only promise one thing: this book will never be a bad ending, and it will never be a eunuch.
I will insist on telling this story to the end, and finally thank every friend who is still reading!