[Not invincible] [Not a harem] [Not a cool article] [Not a routine] [Not a system] [Not brainless]
I just wanted to live, but the ruthless reality forced me step by step towards the path of resistance.
I just treat every friend sincerely, but I find that more and more people have gathered around me.
I just long for freedom, but the price of freedom is so huge.
Living in troubled times, I am like grass and dust.
When I finally had the chance to stop, I found that I was already on top of the world!
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At this point, "Rising in Troubled Times" has exceeded 100,000 words for the first time, reaching a watershed.
Since Xiaomou started uploading late last month, it has been updated every day, followed by signings, warm-ups, recommendations...
Today, Xiaomou feels, is a day worth remembering.
As the introduction of the work says, it is not systematic, not time-traveling, not invincible, not routine, not brainless...
The plot of the story is slowly developing, and the protagonist is also slowly growing up while struggling to survive.
Xiaomou does not have the expected number of words, so she will use as many words as she needs. She will try her best to express each story completely and portray each character in her heart completely. Their souls have a destination, and it seems that their little eyes have a destination too.
Last night was another day of staying up late. Xiaomou cried while writing the end of the first short story to herself. Although it was miserable, Xiaomou felt that their ending should be like this, that they had a destination from now on...
Today, Xiaomou shamelessly gave herself a gift to encourage herself.
Also left the first comment in the comment area.
The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money...
At this point, "Rising in Troubled Times" has exceeded 100,000 words for the first time, reaching a watershed. Since Xiaomou started uploading late last month, it has been updated every day, followed by signings, warm-ups, recommendations... Today, Xiaomou feels, is a day worth remembering. As the introduction of the work says, it is not systematic, not time-traveling, not invincible, not routine, not brainless... The plot of the story is slowly developing, and the protagonist is also slowly growing up while struggling to survive. Xiaomou does not have the expected number of words, so she will use as many words as she needs. She will try her best to express each story completely and portray each character in her heart completely. Their souls have a destination, and it seems that their little eyes have a destination too. Last night was another day of staying up late. Xiaomou cried while writing the end of the first short story to herself. Although it was miserable, Xiaomou felt that their ending should be like this, that they had a destination from now on... Today, Xiaomou shamelessly gave herself a gift to encourage herself. Also left the first comment in the comment area. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money...