Open the umbrella, and the body arrives by the pond. Besides the ripples from the raindrops, it seemed there were several undercurrents carrying mud and rushing into here.
In the past, no matter how much emotional garbage Li Zhiyuan dumped in here, the fish fry would excitedly and quickly enjoy it.
But this time, they were obviously eating and digesting slowly, to the point of appearing listless and sickly.
Because what Li Zhiyuan poured in here before was external emotional garbage, but this time it wasn't.
Body: "Haven't you always longed to gain emotions? Why, even though the emotions this time are so intense, did you voluntarily throw them in here?"
Crouching down, he continued to hold the umbrella in his right hand while his left hand stirred the water a few times.
"You are certain there can be no unexpected events in your cognition, just following a process. Yet, does this process still make you feel uncomfortable?"
