Ming Tingxian fell into deep self-doubt today, distraught, and disheartened.

Mentally lethargic, I couldn't put pen to paper for a long time, and I barely wrote a little, but what was written in this state made me feel like yesterday's chapter name, a fucking piece of shit!

There are too many street fighters who are forced to stop by life, and I have been tenaciously persevering, but now, I really can't hold on.

I don't want to complain about being tired or anything, there are many people in this world who are more bitter and tired than me, but no matter how hard and tired you are, you have to let me see something in return???

I don't know why Dianniang has been looking down on me.,Today I was stunned for a long time in the chapter table of contents.,Keep thinking.,Is it really bad for me to write??? should I really continue???

Forget it, I don't know what I'm talking about in this messy single chapter of shit.,Anyway, Ming's listening to the strings has a terrible headache now.,There's nothing to do today.,Let me go get some sleep......