Written in the mood at twelve o'clock in the evening.

This book, which has been bumped and bumped, is almost 300,000 words, tepid, and bland. But it's like snow's second book, always thinking about breaking through, always thinking about getting closer. I feel like I'm barely typo-free, which is also a big improvement.

No matter what the grades are, you can make progress, that's good, writing a book is a mental job, you need perseverance, without unwavering confidence, it is difficult to update on time every day, and work hard to go on.

The great gods have also come step by step, so they still need to work hard, and there can be no relaxation.

No matter what the future holds, I'm walking silently.

In the new week, ask for a recommendation ticket collection and reward. Writing is actually an interactive work between an author and a book friend, and everyone actually knows that a small support can make an author not give up and go on firmly.

Like snow needs your support, don't give up, don't give up, let's go on hand in hand.

Thank you, my friends.