I'm already doing my best to write, this month's fifth time hitting 12,000 words, and I'll continue to explode with more.

Today I wrote until past three o'clock again. On days I'm pushing for more output, I basically go to sleep at two or three.

What's depressing is that my delicate little chrysanthemum has been blasted again by the two seven-foot strong men, Feng Ling and Er Gen. Two times in a row! I'm heartbroken and teary-eyed, begging for monthly tickets...

I don't have any entertainment every day. Besides writing, it's just sleeping and eating. The monthly ticket chart is my only comfort...

Strongly summoning monthly tickets!!!!!!