Falling into autism.

Yesterday I tried to resume updates, but soon many book friends complained accurately:

The plot has become bloody and not happy enough.

This is a fact.

Today I wanted to write down step by step, but I couldn't code it anyway.

I began to question myself and the plot I prepared.

At the same time, I have to face the increasingly serious problems of this book.

Reflecting carefully, this book is born with a disease

I chose a series of serious and sensitive themes as the mainstay of the plot, but I tried my best to describe them with the nonsensical and joyful style I used.

And later facts proved

With my limited writing skills, I can't do this at all.

The final result is that this book gradually becomes the four-dimensional image that cannot be found from any angle:

It is neither serious enough nor happy enough.

There are no jokes that make people laugh, nor are there thought-provoking stories.

I did my best to write down, but the plot became more mediocre, bloody and unsightly

I took too many leave, and I felt ashamed of myself.

If you write according to the plot with your teeth, you can also forcefully maintain updates.

However, I really don’t want to use those poor words to deal with update tasks, fool others, and fool myself.
Chapter completed!