The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1792

It's not that I wanted to play a joke on the readers, nor was it because I was lazy. I actually wrote something yesterday, but I was put in the blacklist again.

As you can probably guess from the plot development, the reason for the arrest operation is...

Crack down on criminal gangs, yes, and then it was sent.

You ask why? I also want to know why.
I think it should be okay, but people don't want my opinion; they want theirs.

Can I tolerate this?
How can I stand it when it's almost over?
The author definitely chose to be stubborn and started criticizing, but after posting it, he was sent back to jail within minutes.

Do you understand that feeling? The feeling of being ravaged is so powerless.

I didn't plan to earn any royalties this month; I just wanted to finish this book properly. But with things going on like this one after another, I'm mentally exhausted, and I feel like the shackles are tightening around me!

I've been writing this book for almost three years, and I haven't made much money—just 170k, which is basically just a hobby. I've been writing it for three years, and it's been tough for three years. Now it's getting worse and worse… I'm overcorrecting. Anyway, what I want to write is different from what you want to see.

If I weren't determined to finish writing, I would at least have written the ending so that readers could read it with peace of mind. I've had many thoughts of giving up, but it's your comments that have kept me going.

I'm so tired, really so tired. It's not the typing that's tiring, nor is it because I don't earn enough. Those things don't really matter. It's always been free, so people can watch whichever they want. If they're happy to watch, that's a favor.

I'm very laid-back about posting every day, but this kind of mental drain is really too torturous.

It's four in the morning, and I'm still so angry that I can't fall asleep. You can probably tell from the protagonists in my writing that I, the author, have an unyielding personality.

Many people say that as an author, you should know what you can and cannot write.

There may only be a few visible lines, but those lines are just a basket; anything can be put into them.

When you think you've accurately diagnosed the pulse, sorry...

If I give up, I'll be letting you all down; if I don't give up, I'll be letting myself down.

(End of this chapter)