I looked wide-eyed at my income data from across the laptop. I have just visited my Webnovel writer's data and I had an incredibly low income registered under my name just now.
I have seventy dollars for this month, the lowest I ever had for years. It won't even be enough to cover the rent's expense for the month.
I covered my eyes, and opened them again, hoping it was just eye constrain that is making me see the unbelievably low figure that presented itself to me.
It was still there, the measly income of seventy dollars. I sighed defeatedly, at this rate, I have to look for another job. This is the first time I am going to be forced to do anything other than what I truly like, which is... writing.
At this rate, we can never even get married. I sighed defeatedly and rose from my seat. I was about to cook some instant ramen when I heard the knocks.
