Before I knew it, it was already mid-month. I'd been cooped up at home these past two days and felt stifled; I hadn't even been in the mood to write, so I didn't manage to get any chapters done.
Online authors were supposed to be homebodies, but not all homebodies were the same. Not even being able to leave the residential complex for a walk was genuinely inconvenient.
The residential complex where Feng Xiao lived was managed rather strictly. Even leaving the complex required registration—and a queue of over two hours.
If I wasn't going out, I should have been writing properly, but I just couldn't settle down or find my rhythm. I did shoot quite a few videos of the complex, though.
Feng Xiao wasn't complaining, just explaining why there hadn't been any extra updates lately. Men had those few days every month too...
I'd recovered a bit of my rhythm now, so I'd add extra updates whenever I could.
And since I'd added extra updates, of course I could rightfully ask for monthly tickets.