Chapter 668
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I haven't been feeling well. Maybe it's because the legendary days have finally arrived. The low tide, the so-called low tide, has finally arrived. I don't know if it's a psychological problem or something else, but I'm under a lot of pressure. I can't extricate myself. I've been sitting there for four hours, but my mind is empty.
I'm not drunk, I'm not sick, there's nothing. I just can't write anymore. My hands are placed on the keyboard, and I start to feel disgusted.
This state is very strange. It happened twice when I was writing about Suzaku, but this is the first time I'm writing about the year after Qing Yu.
I've tried to analyze my recent mental state. Being busy and tired is part of the reason, but I think the real reason why I'm writing harder and harder is the year of Qing Yu itself.
This story is slowly coming to an end. Maybe it's because I subconsciously don't want to write the end, so I'm starting to feel disgusted with every word I type. Because there's a fixed content, every additional word you write will reduce the content of the story by one word, and then it will get smaller and smaller, until there's nothing left.
I'm sick of this feeling. It's probably the same feeling I had when I read the last half of Jin Yong's novel twenty years ago and saw the number of pages between my thumb and index finger dwindle.
I need to rest for a day. I need to adjust my mental state, and then force myself to wake up and fall into madness. I don't have any craziness, it's like I can't overcome it. I don't know if other writers have this feeling, but I do.
I won't add this chapter. On the 15th, I'll only add the chapter where I asked for sick leave.
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