Phantom Rain knew that only posting one more update today was inexcusable no matter what, but for some reason, he just had no feeling today. Writing was like this—sometimes thoughts came gushing like a spring, and sometimes there was just no feeling. Today, after lunch, Phantom Rain pushed the baby out with his wife for a walk. When he came back, he started writing the second chapter. It was exactly three o'clock when he sat down at the computer and began, and now more than two hours had passed. Just now, he used Word to check the count: 413 words. I'm dizzy—this was even slower than a turtle crawling. And after looking it over, it really wasn't satisfactory. I didn't want to only have one update again today either, but for some reason, today I really just had no feeling. I'm truly sorry, everyone. Sorry, I apologize again. Please let me rest again today; tomorrow I'll definitely work hard.
I'm sorry, truly sorry.