I don't know what to say, the festival in July is long gone.

This month, for many reasons, physically, psychologically, I have suffered a big blow, and I don't have the heart to code words at all. July himself knows that no one dares to read what is written in such a state.

Fewer updates means fewer subscriptions, less manuscript fees, and July is unwilling, but there is really no way, I really can't write anything.

Stomach ulcers, stones, I don't know how many nights I haven't slept well. Add to that some messy things, and the whole person is going to collapse.

Make up a fake note here. The Heavenly Tribulation will not be a eunuch, after all, there are 1.7 million words, and every word is my hard work. Now it's broken.,It's also very uncomfortable.,Didn't break the update once.,I don't know how many readers will be lost.,But July is also powerless.,Physical problems.,I've been entangled in July since the first day of the code.。

Thank you for your understanding.