A sad story (Shelf speech)_1

Going on shelves tomorrow, I'll tell you all a sad story.

A week before going on shelves, my book was recommended, which should have been a joyous occasion.

But on the very first day of the recommendation, I fell ill.

When I realized I was sick, my emotions were complicated, and I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I hadn't been sick in a year or two, so why did it have to happen right when I was being recommended?

Such slippery tricks of fate, sigh...

The illness was severe.

Fever, headache, insomnia, accompanied by anxiety...

In the dead of night, the noise in my head was like a drill, and I couldn't sleep at all.

The violent coughing, as if trying to hack out my soul.

If the illness could turn into a beautiful girl, I swear I'd bully her fiercely, until she cries, no, until her tears dry up!