On the Night of My Terminal Illness, I Discovered That None of My Three Sons Were Biological, and the Heir Was Actually My Illegitimate Son.

New Writers Come In.

It's really uncomfortable every time I look at the data that hasn't changed at all. The number of people hasn't increased at all. There aren't a single comment. Very few readers have read the entire book. By the last chapter, almost no one has read it. New writers should help each other.