Chapter 1265
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Currently, her monthly votes were less than thirty thousand. Traceless would count it as thirty thousand. She should be able to add ten more chapters, so she still owed six.
This month had been a tiring one, physically and mentally drained.
If she continued to add more chapters, Traceless would probably continue to owe more. In August, there wouldn't be a rule for adding more chapters.
Traceless would first repay the six chapters she owed. If she still had the energy, she would try to add more chapters on her own.
Traceless predicted that a lot of people would curse at her. How could she just cancel it like that? When Traceless had set the rule, it had been calculated on a monthly basis. But because everyone had been working hard, the pain and happiness had unknowingly lasted for a few months.
But these few months, she felt like she was on edge, both physically and mentally.
Some people said, "Traceless, can't you break out more?"
Actually, she really wanted to break out more. She wished she could break out every day. Everyone would be happy and their pockets would be full. How great would that be?
The thought was beautiful, but the reality was cruel.
Every morning, she would wake up and think about the plot. Then she would write until late at night. Basically, she would be on edge the entire day.
It was fine if the plot went smoothly, but if it didn't, the feeling was simply … indescribable.
Sometimes, she would write more to break out, but her old waist and shoulders wouldn't be able to support it. Traceless was often self-deprecating, and she was really weak.
Everyone knew that Traceless had never stopped updating. Day after day, it was an occupational hazard.
Alright, that's all. Let's just say one word: I'm useless.
Keep working hard. Thank you, everyone.
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