[Comprehensive British and American] After Immigrating, I Married a Villain [Loki Fan]

Recorded at 3:12 am on January 15, 2023 Well, the last paragraph of Dada succeeded in giving me goosebumps. In fact, I sometimes feel that "I" is the carrier of my consciousness. My consciousness relies on my body to observe and understand the world. So why is "I" me and not others? Why can "I" only see, hear and contact the world through this body? How does the consciousness of "I" arise in this body? I first came up with this idea because of a short article I saw in "Reader". The main content was that the protagonist accidentally discovered a blank book in the course of normal life, but at the end of the page it was written: You are still in a dream, wake up quickly. This makes the protagonist feel very absurd. He obviously has a very real life, a not perfect but happy family, an ordinary job that can ensure the family's food, clothing, housing and transportation, including his own memory. He can clearly recall the embarrassing things he did when he was a child. How could all of this be a dream? I can't remember whether the protagonist woke up at the end of the article or whether it was really a dream. Maybe the author of the article didn't give the answer. But that sentence always makes me think about the source of my consciousness from time to time. Is it the information that I have received from "my" body since childhood that "I" took the initiative to understand? Isn't it that some kind of substance understands the things of this era through "me"? Otherwise, why would "my consciousness" appear in this era and not in any era before and after it? Just like Da Da's conclusion in the end to break the dimensional wall between the characters in the book and the readers, my existence itself is meaningless.