Today, the editor gave me a dressing-down, saying I have absolutely no ambition... I wasn't even earnest about asking for monthly votes during the double period.

And then they threatened to withhold recommendations.

I felt so wronged, sob sob sob sob sob.

With tears streaming down my face, I explained that I usually pestered readers too much for recommendation votes, so I felt a bit embarrassed to ask for monthly votes.

The editor told me I needed a thicker skin—only the crying baby gets the milk—and then sent me a picture that was both extremely lewd and violent.

Afterward, they dropped this ultimatum: if I didn't show more progress, recommendations would be off the table for the future.

I... I...

The moment those decisive words left their mouth, snow began to fall from the sky here.

So, please forgive my long-windedness and nagging. Alas... when you're caught in the currents of the jianghu, you can’t always control your own actions. H