When I wake up, I step into a book I haven't read at all——
(No, not sure, let's take another look; are you wearing it? Or is it just a dream...)
In the leisure time in the tea room, enthusiasm is high. One of my subordinates mentioned it. The plot has high-energy twists and turns, and there are all kinds of machinations. No one in the book pulls their hips, and all the members feel oppressed. It's a hit, and it's worth watching.
Interested people were discussing it, but she wasn't.
As a J person, she is very busy. If you are too busy, you will only be responsible for your own life; if you are too busy, you will only look up to things that interest you.
Therefore, on the day when the report was sent by mistake - the scene of the other party's death, she accidentally glanced at the person on the big screen and disappeared.
"Mr. Chen?"
When she woke up again, her eyes were all crimson, her ankles were wrapped with red threads, the ground was in a mess, her shoulders were exposed - she should be one of the villains in that book.
There is no system, no prompts, no plot, no ending.
She doesn't understand. Fortunately, it is relatively respectful.
In the end, she only knew one thing: wait.
Regardless of dreaming or time travel. As time goes by, the plot will always end; or someone will wake her up and go home. But, no...
Slowly, she gave up, but not completely.
People quickly accepted the reality, built bridges, forged iron, controlled floods... And stayed at the Ministry of Works for several years.
Don't ask about government affairs, don't get involved in party disputes, and don't get too close to anyone.
She thought that as long as she reacted quickly enough, she could walk through it all like walking through a rain, shake off the water on her umbrella, and leave cleanly.
The result - the people in the book are trapped for life, and in the end they only exist in words.
She thought she was just passing by.
"This gift of marriage is just a chess piece for you, but not for me."
Someone disrupted her rhythm, but she never responded.
——Looking under the red candle light, the black hair is a symbol of longevity. The fragrance is light and cold when lying at the desk, how can it be felt when the bones are corroded?
New article opened, different content, try it~
Again, my writing skills are limited, so just watch it for fun
(The two books are being written together. This one is shorter and not that long, so it will be finished first.)
Intention: Nothing changes the fate of the book. The text is like a closed interval between two numbers, and the content is separated. Everything is allowed to happen and everything is suspended; but the result will not change——
