I washed my head with hot water this morning, but in the afternoon I started to have a low-grade fever. I lay in a daze all afternoon, but luckily my fever didn't reach 38 degrees.

Today, in this state, I can’t write any words, and the sequelae of soreness are still there, and the previous chapter was blocked by the audit team.

At the starting point, this group of hobbits are really short of scolding. I can completely block the titles in the original text of Devouring Stars. I don’t know why their brains are growing on the soles of their feet.