Dear Benefactors, Please Bestow Them Upon Me! Let Me Burn!

Only seven days of March had passed.

I had updated nearly 120,000 words!

Today, it felt as though I had entered another bout of exhaustion.

I needed a spark to get myself excited again, so I opened a separate chapter to ask for votes.

My lords, rummage through your pockets—if you still have any votes left, please cast them for Pastry.

This book's plot had entered a critical stage.

Besides writing the current plot every day, I was constantly racking my brains to plan what came next.

This mental pressure was simply exhausting me to the breaking point.

So, I needed a little passion.

Dear benefactors, if you still have monthly votes, please bestow them upon me!

Give me passion! Give me strength!

I kowtowed in gratitude!