You have customized a coffin made of nanmu. Although it is not golden nanmu, it can still be considered as one of its kind, and it has become an emperor. What can the emperor do? Big Jie, little Jie? Si Lugui's favorite wife Shi Yuxi had a very luxurious hobby: she liked to listen to the sound of silk and satin being torn. Because Xia Jie loved this woman, he wanted to satisfy her hobbies regardless of life and death, so he ordered his maids to tear silk and satin around her day and night. Jie said that he has the world, just like the sun in the sky, so Jie himself is the sun and the people are the moon. How can the sun die when the moon is not dead? The people of Xia pointed at the sun and cursed Jie viciously, and the sun was mourning him, as if he were dead together.
Full of excitement, tearing satin, inexpensive and pleasant to the ears. Not that you are the sun, but you have a planet you named yourself.
You are afraid of all the unknown. You are afraid that even if the earth is barren in a hundred years, you will no longer be there. You have learned about astronomical galaxies in class. You are afraid of not being able to see the day when everything is swallowed up by a black hole. You are afraid of the moment when the sun explodes. You are even afraid of being unable to suppress the eruption of volcanoes or the melting of icebergs and destroying the world. You are afraid of death, you are afraid of losing everything, and you want to end everything as soon as possible. Isn't living just to die? You fall into a deep panic and become unable to control yourself. You say you want to kill people, reduce population density, and reduce the burden on the earth. You feel that you are sick, but you cannot save yourself.
You... Were broken today
