The old man next to the family died, 24 hours a day, beating gongs and drums, wanting to be quiet for a while is a luxury, plus the cold has not been good for a few days, in this state of code words, my head is really about to explode.

I didn't want to break the update yesterday, but I wrote it in this state, and it was really bad to write.

I forcibly wrote two chapters today, and I was delirious about it, and when I looked at it, I didn't know what I was writing at all, so I simply deleted it and rewrote it tomorrow.

Rest early, everybody.

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