Yang Lijuan traveled into the first book she wrote. She was so distracted by the plot that she almost wanted to go back to the time when she was busy typing words and strangle her diligent self.
She finally understood why this book had not been clicked or saved.
It turns out that everything is excusable! ! !
She apologized for what she said all those years ago! ! !
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Yang Lijuan walked on the deserted road, and she once again criticized herself for writing the article.
"What kind of plot is this? It's almost life-threatening..."
No matter how she attacks, it cannot change the fact that she is about to go on trial.
The footsteps behind her kept getting closer, and Yang Lijuan was also trembling with fear.
She judged the distance of the person behind her.
5 Meters.
4 Meters.
3 Meters.
2 Meters.
1 Meter.
Her heart was extremely nervous. She suddenly turned around, looked at the stick that had been raised above her head, and said, "You want to hit me, don't you?"
The man was at a loss for a moment.
Yang Lijuan immediately ran away, and the plot restarted a few minutes later.
When she reached that step again, she fainted the moment the stick was swung down.
"It's not me, it's not me, I haven't done anything yet." The man looked at the woman lying on the ground with a look of helplessness.
Until the plot starts over again.
After many failures, Yang Lijuan finally fell to the ground, and her long-awaited Prince Charming finally arrived at the scene, showing his true qualities as a man.
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It's you.
It's me.
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Intention: Live in the present, regardless of the illusory future