Leave Request
It had been a long time since my last leave, so long that I had forgotten when it was. So today, I was taking leave again.
A Ting was actually someone who loved life very much. Every morning at 7:30, I woke up punctually from my 100-square-meter bed. After a quick wash, I went to work and played emperor for the day, not ending court until 7 p.m.
On the way back to the palace, I would usually randomly help an old lady cross the street, then invite the skinny Tattoo Girl to share a cup of Mixue Bingcheng. After getting slightly tipsy, I would eat a bowl of old-fashioned Spicy Hot Pot.
By the time I got home afterward, it was often eight or nine o'clock.
Then, without stopping for a moment, I began reviewing my glorious past. It was usually 11:59 p.m. before I reluctantly shut down the computer.
That kind of life had continued for two years.
Two whole years...
To be honest, I felt pretty sorry for making everyone stay up late every day. Sorry to the 5,200 readers who followed the updates daily. As I wrote this, A Ting deliberately opened the backend to check the number of readers following along, only to discover that Reader Shuo Ye_ had tipped an Alliance Leader. At that moment, my guilt reached its peak.
But A Ting was still taking leave today. I was tired.
At present, Rebirth: Daily Cultivation had reached 3.27 million words and had been serialized for over two years. Even in Qidian's urban fiction section, it could be considered an old-timer. More than two years... the aloof Ting Yuan had turned into A Ting, and my credibility had gone completely down the drain. It was too embarrassing to look back on.
But