I've been sitting in front of the computer for half a day, writing and deleting, and I'm still not satisfied.

I’ve been agonizing until now to ask for a leave of absence. Actually, I really don’t want to ask for leave, because I’ve asked for leave a bit too many times this month.

In fact, old readers know that I won’t ask for leave unless it’s absolutely necessary. After all, Long is a full-time author.

But probably starting from some time ago, there seemed to be some problems with my mind and body. I couldn’t sleep at night, and my brain was foggy during the day. It was as if I always had half a pot of paste in my head.

Yesterday, I updated 4,000 words and then went to sleep. I woke up after sleeping for three hours, got up and wrote the chapter that I made up for this morning, and then I was in a daze until now.

Everyone has given me a lot of support this month. There are many votes, rewards, and encouraging book reviews. I really want to write more to repay everyone as much as possible.

But I really can't write anything today, and I feel very guilty.

I plan to go to the hospital for a check-up in the next two days.

I can only say sorry to everyone tonight.