Soaring the Heavens

I really don't want to take time off. This is a matter of being embarrassed. I can get a cold and a bit of a tortoise. People are dizzy. I don’t want to slowly grind it out. I have tears and noses. The chapter written on my hand is still a few hundred words. I have not finished. I can't help myself, go to sleep first.

The update of these two days is not stable, please forgive me! I can't be sure of myself when I can write it. I have to give it a stable time. This is not a physical effort. I can only say that a cold can be stabilized. Now I can write a little.

Oh sorry!

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