"When we reach the end and finally look back,"
Jiang Zhiyu hummed a song and turned the pages of the book with his hand.
"Everything is just a bubble"
He held his chin with one hand, squinted his eyes, and read the blurred writing on the paper.
"Perhaps even those of us who reach the tip of the pen will not think of it."
"This is just fate chasing us forward~"
A low, hoarse laugh gently bit his throat, and he closed the old book.
He looked away from Benpi and looked up at the video recorder in front of him.
Cold fingertips touched his face, Jiang Zhiyu looked at the camera with a smile and spoke softly
"My name is Jiang Zhiyu. I am a liar, a bastard, and an ungrateful person."
"But that's not important, now..."
The camera fell to the ground, and the clear cracking sound of the lens reminded him of the broken teacup.
The hot sunshine was like the hot tea poured on him that day.
Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the wall, raised his head slightly, and fell into a long and boring memory.
[What do you think is the difference between gods and ordinary people?
[Some people are desperate for rights, but they don't want to pay too much price]
[This is the reason why psychics exist here]
[Let everyone have a chance to become a god]
[The price... It's just something they don't need now]
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No cp, no female protagonist, single male protagonist
Intention: a better world