I'm so sorry, Readers, I got really drunk yesterday because of relationship issues.
According to my dad, when describing the scene, I was buried in a pile of vomit _( ´ ཀ ` 」 ∠ )
Sigh, why are women's thoughts so hard to guess?
I played a game really well, but his mic had issues, and then he thought my mic had issues, so he just deleted me.
Later, I found the record of her going to play with someone else, and then he told me his friend has depression.
Sigh, I'm really fed up, couldn't he have just said so earlier? He deleted me from WeChat, then went to play games with someone else; who else would I suspect?
Although I vented a few sentences in a text message, I didn't use any foul language.
My child (nickname) completely broke down, and I had no choice but to keep comforting her; from yesterday until today, I've been sending her messages, but she hasn't replied.
Sigh.
Kids, be careful when falling in love; I suddenly miss being single.
Thank you to the Readers who have stayed with me until now.
Don't worry, even though this book has only earned less than 100 yuan so far, I will still keep writing it, because my manuscript is already finished, the handwritten kind.
This is my dream; I've had this dream since junior high school, and I will update it to around 2 million words, even if it doesn't make money.
But this is my dream; I will not compromise, nor will I despise it.
I want to persist and walk this path to the end.
I was already feeling dizzy from throwing up, and now that I'm up, I still feel a bit of a dry throat, already very uncomfortable and don't want to talk, but then Tomato told me that there was a large amount of repetition in the paragraphs and wouldn't let me post it.
Sigh.
I can't even end it with a period.
Indeed, once life begins, it's like a huge cage; no matter what key you use, you can't break its shackles on you.
Sigh, Readers aren't here to listen to me complain; you can skip this last part.
Don't be as foolish as me, downing a pound of baijiu for someone I had no interaction with fifteen years ago.
After getting drunk, I kept singing 'Half a Heart'.
I recorded several segments, and apparently, right before I passed out, my phone was still playing that song.
If it were Tomato, and I couldn't send voice messages, I'd definitely have to put on a show for everyone.
I originally planned to end the first volume of this book in the first few chapters, but I felt that it didn't match the name of 'Jie' in 'Wan Fa Chu Jie' (Myriad Laws' First Tribulation), so I decided to extend it by a few dozen more chapters before concluding the first volume.
Sigh, I can already feel the burning pain in my stomach.
Fortunately, I threw up yesterday, otherwise, I probably would have gotten alcohol poisoning and died drunk, and my dear Readers wouldn't have seen the future of this novel. _( ´ ཀ ` 」 ∠ )
Sigh, I wrote so much, and there are still over 200 words.
Tomato isn't as easy to post things on as before; I remember a big brother uploaded a novel before, and because he was too lazy to type, he would type 800 words on each page, and then use ellipses for the last 200 words.
Sigh, I want to use it now, but I can't anymore.
Because this chapter was purely recorded using voice input, there might be some errors due to unclear pronunciation after drinking.
I can't help but complain about Tomato's revision mechanism; it changes perfectly fine words into incorrect ones, and it doesn't care about the problematic ones.
Sigh.
Finally, enough words. See you, Readers. I need to take a shower now.
