I used to be just an ordinary soul who occasionally went crazy in my ordinary daily life and relied on random thoughts to relieve the boredom of life. Perhaps this "mental state" was so overwhelming that even the late system finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a stroke of a pen, all the wealth from the sky was poured into my account, and some gift packages were given to me.
However, the gift of fate has already secretly marked a ridiculous bargaining chip. Just when I thought my life was about to reach the pinnacle of "getting rich by lying low", my luck, which was originally as thin as paper, suddenly surged like a river bursting its banks.
"No, don't come here!!!" I backed away in horror, my back pressed against the cold wall, my voice trembled and collapsed, "I'm just a dedicated fan!!! What I guard is the light in the screen, not the wall in reality! I'm really not a dream girl?!"
Looking at these pursuers who are becoming more and more fanatical due to the rewards from my system, I feel like crying. The peach blossoms are blooming here, it is clear that the peach blossoms are doomed. Is this the highest punishment for my daily madness - to let me bear the weight and absurdity of this "love" alone in the ocean of money?
#Oocapology. It's just a dream article. I write whatever I dream about. Don't snipe at me. I'm very fragile and cry. ૮₍ɵ̷ɵ̷̥̥᷅₎ა
