Writer's Block

Writer's block. No matter how I thought about it, it didn't feel right. I'd been anxious all day and still couldn't write anything. Taking a day off—Bai Lu was going out for a run to relieve some pressure.

My condition this month had truly been terrible. Seeing everyone still voting to support me, while the editor kept arranging recommendations, Bai Lu felt deeply guilty. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

After a month, the events that happened at the end of last month should have more or less settled down.