After Qidian's annual meeting ended, Master Yintian flew home that afternoon with his keeper. They'd planned to head straight to a hotel and get Yintian to hurry up and write, in case the readers waiting for updates brutally assassinated him.
But according to his keeper, A-Guan, Yintian had suffered badly from airsickness that day and was still dizzy after getting off the plane. A quick check showed that Yintian had already written two thousand words, but by now he'd collapsed onto the hotel bed, dizzy and bleary-eyed, and even skipped dinner as he happily snored away.
Even the savory scent of crab at dinner hadn't woken him.
Not sure when Yintian would wake up, but luckily, Brother Tian's phone wasn't locked. His keeper logged into the account to let everyone know that they might not get an update tonight. If you can rest, get some rest. Love you all.
(Yintian seems to have used up all his leave-request notes. Yikes.)