The world is sick, and the disease is called "absolute rationality."
Emotions are viruses that must be formatted, tears are program bugs, and smiles are system errors. Human beings live like precision-operated parts until I, Su Nuan, an emotional blogger who died of excessive empathy, was thrown into this cage of order.
The system said that my task was to "collect emotion samples." The managers regarded me as an "abnormal source of infection". And I just want to shout to every hollow soul: You are not a machine! It's human!
I teach the cold manager 07 to shed the first drop of hot tears; I awaken the ruler Lin Chu, who has had his empathy ability sealed for thirty years, and let him taste "clouds are sweet"; I sell warmth in the square of absolute silence, and open up the forbidden land of emotion in the center of the rules. The system inside the wall marked me as the highest threat, activated the purification protocol, and vowed to delete this "diseased cell" in me.
But they don't know that the real problem is the world itself that has deleted emotions.
A weak signal came from outside the wall: "Emotion is the key, and the wall is the door." The exiled pioneer, the failed experiment, the father with scars... All "incomplete" souls are waiting for a rebirth.
When the emotional concentration broke through the warning line and the system was about to wipe out all fluctuations, I connected every bit of residual warmth inside and outside the wall. It uses the unbroken resonance of the twins as the chord, the manager's belated guilt as the bridge, and the tears that a father has hidden for thirty years as the lead——
I weave all my forbidden feelings into a soul-awakening poem, injected into the cold core of the world.
We will eventually prove that pain is a living white blood cell and love is a living antibody.
