Snail is done for. I was writing this chapter tonight, got halfway through, and I just couldn't write anymore. I can't even lift my arms.

As of yesterday, I've updated ten times this month, three of which were 11,000 words, so I was too embarrassed to ask for monthly tickets. From the 19th to the 31st, there are still 13 days. If I can write every day for the remaining 13 days, I should be able to fulfill my promise.

If Snail suddenly disappears, it's possible that Snail has vanished from the face of the earth.

It's been almost three months, and I've updated so much, and I even got sick in the middle. During the writing period, because I was worried about delaying the updates, Snail basically took Banlangen granules or other cold medicines as soon as my body felt a little strange, to avoid catching another cold.

If I could rest for a few days in between, I definitely wouldn't be so exhausted.

Between life and death...