I originally thought that this book would stick to it, and I would survive no matter how great the difficulties were. I also said that I would definitely finish the book, because this is my persistence.
However, on the day when the fifth draft fee came out, I discovered that my persistence turned out to be fragile.
My barely four-digit royalties can only cover my internet, electricity, and cigarette bills. But where can I get my living expenses? Where can I get the money for medicine for a sore throat caused by smoking? When I have a physical problem.
Where to pay for treatment?
I have been thinking about it for a long time these days, should I continue to persevere, or should I just give up?
If it were before, I would have chosen the former, because at that time I was still young, I still had ideals, and I was not yet troubled by life. But now, I can only choose the latter, because I am no longer the kind of person who believes that as long as
It’s an age when you keep giving and you will be rewarded.
When people live in this world, they must bow to reality and compromise with life.
Persistence and dreams are too fragile in the face of reality and life.
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To those readers who support and like this book, thank you for your continued support and encouragement. Without you, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to get even this small amount of royalties. Then, I’m sorry, this book is over. (Not finished yet.
