I can feel the worry of being full of moisture.

Or rather, I've always had it, but I've only recently become aware of it. The whole person's worries emanate from the inside out, like the steam that has just enveloped the whole body after a sauna.

It's even more uncomfortable than falling into madness, because there is reason outside of the moisture, and those worries have to come out of the cracks of reason. Normally, I don't think there's anything at all, but when I realize this, I realize that I'm in a ridiculous state of life.

It doesn't matter what you're worried about, as long as it's worry, then the character can find resonance and establish some self-definition. And distinguishing the size or importance of the content of the concern is just an excuse and a trick for the characters.

As for being down-to-earth, I always thought that I didn't know what to believe, because I wasn't sure about anything, so I lost my down-to-earth feeling, and the whole person was in a suspended state.

Wrong, or rather, I'm too self-righteous.

The suspended state is more terrifying than I imagined, and I always thought that I might not have much self-definition, so it was not as exaggerated as the teacher, and it was not so uncomfortable, and even if I knew that I could not be sure of anything, it didn't seem to have much effect.

Just now, I really experienced the state of being suspended, and the character was completely confused, desperately trying to grasp what he was familiar with. The brain starts to work and thinks about how to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. This is the suspension, this is the state of losing the ground.

All the previous things were just "I thought".

In simple terms, the suspended state can be called a psychological breakdown.

Who likes it? Who wants to jump into it? It's like jumping off a cliff into the depths of nowhere, or it's like jumping into magma to burn.

I should keep this state of collapse so that the slash can go smoothly and kill the character before he reacts. The self-control that I am proud of is now that the character's self-definition is too strong.

Crazy!

Why am I still fine? Why haven't I gone crazy yet?

Yuan Changwen slapped the windowsill vigorously, and seemed to be very dissatisfied that he still had his senses and had not gone crazy. I guess there are few people in the world who really want to go crazy.

Come on, let my life be shattered! Isn't reason powerful, if a larger-scale event happens, reason has a fart! I'm trying not to break my life, in fact, it's just the character's survival instinct, a completely spontaneous behavior.

However, it will soon be impossible to save it, and I can clearly feel that the rift has been created. In the past, I would use all kinds of means to mend the rift, but now I know that what I sealed was not the rift of life, but life.

What I sealed was my life, and it wanted to come out, but it was sealed by me by all means. Which of those characters' self-definitions did not emerge for the sake of confrontation?

Now, instead of sealing the rift, I'm glad I'm going to help it happen. Broken, fallen, with a twisted life, only after being burned can the only truth be retained.

Burn it, and let all who should come come. I don't want to be in a state of worry, the feeling of being full of moisture, and the feeling of being uncomfortable. People have no long-term worries, this is the best description of the character. As long as the character exists, there is no escape from the manipulation of fear.

Come on, come on, look forward to the moment when life is completely shattered, and hope to plunge into endless darkness as soon as possible. Only in this way can you kill the character, and this is the only way. The others are all in the flesh out role.

I was like holding a broken crystal ball, and the reason why it wasn't scattered was because I kept gathering the crystal ball and taking care of it with both hands. Frightened, cautious, life must be like this and not like that, this kind of day is my current situation.

Those worries gripped me so tightly that I didn't dare to move in the slightest, let alone do something rashly. I'm a slave to the characters, trained by fear to be obedient. That feeling of tightness completely binds me, and it's a different story when I don't feel it, but I feel it very clearly now.

And, I'm not going to expel that sense of bondage again. By diverting attention, by convincing yourself that these feelings of bondage are okay, by working hard to get rid of this bondage. No, I want to keep this sense of constraint all the time, feel this worry all the time.

They reminded me that the culprit was the character, not the event, the origin, or anything like that. If I didn't have distorted views and opinions, I wouldn't have any troubles at all, and certainly wouldn't have joy or anything like that.

I didn't dare to let go, I was always thinking about it, and I always thought that I had to intervene to make things better. Even now, I keep praying that life will be better, or at least not worse. This kind of worry has been tugging at me all the time.

It's like your heart has rotted, it's not a colorful and beautiful fairy tale world at all, but rotten flesh full of foul smell in your body, exuding a disgusting stench through your pores. Even the most evil criminal in the universe is estimated to be much more brilliant than mine in his heart.

The moment the character's main attributes were shattered, he panicked, feared, and couldn't find a way out. I don't know if I'm picking up my self-definition again, or if I'm being manipulated by the character again, and it looks like I'm killing me just to heal the character.

Even, I don't know if the main attributes of the character are broken or not. It's entirely possible, just imagining the shattered scene, maybe just a glimpse of the shattered state.

Yuan Changwen knew that it was his long-cherished wish, his own career, and his dream of truly stepping on the pinnacle of the empire. And this dream is the coaxing of self-definition, the manipulation of the character.

When career becomes the main attribute, changing jobs is like suffering, and not working for a long time is like hell. Of course, it's not just the so-called business, but also the monetary income. Nothing exists on its own, jumbled and intertwined with each other to make up the characters.

Killing has become my new business, and there is no room for surprise. I'll set the content and force reality to work the way I set it to. Zhen Nyima, am I an idiot?

When something unexpected happens, I panic, I panic, I fear, I think it's almost the end of the world. Desperately looking for a solution instead of letting things unfold. The strong emotions overshadowed everything, I couldn't see anything, I just followed the emotions and the self-definition in my head, to choose and weigh the trade-offs to make the next plan.

Won't you be tired? This kind of constant denial of reality, such a constant repair of the cracks of the broken crystal ball, can you really do it for a lifetime?

Or is it that he has been educated by the empire since he was a child, he must be strong and work hard, and he has taken root in the depths of his soul and cannot tolerate a trace of doubt?

I'm still worried.