It was the last month of the year, so I was asking everyone for the monthly tickets in your hands. There was also the annual total monthly ticket ranking, which concerned Xiao Chen's rating and score—the LV number next to the author's name. If nothing unexpected happened, Xiao Chen's rating would rise another level!
There had been a pile of things lately, I was stuck in a writing slump, and I even injured myself. My foot was swollen like a hoof; I couldn't move at all, and the pain kept me awake night after night.
A pharmacy only two hundred meters away took me half an hour to reach—I was seriously speechless. I hobbled all the way there, and people along the road thought something had happened to me!
Also, if I said I would be releasing a new book next month, would everyone support it?