The three days flew by in the blink of an eye.
During these three days, Yu Liang spent almost all his time engrossed in writing. His creative juices flowed effortlessly without any hindrance; on the contrary, his writing was extremely smooth and fluid.
For Yu Liang in this state, writing wasn't a daily chore, but a source of pleasure.
It's only natural not to stop doing something enjoyable.
"It's about time." Yu Liang stretched lazily in front of his computer, glancing at the latest book collection. It had already reached over 20,000, while the word count for this book was just under 30,000. This was truly a horrifying statistic for any new book.
Another obvious factor was that, since signing the contract, the donations alone had brought Yu Liang around three to four thousand, and he had even gained three alliance leaders.
Not bad, even without going on the shelves this month, the fees from next month's manuscript would be enough to improve his livelihood.
