You squat on the starting point, looking at the empty basket in front of you, waiting for something that you think is valuable to appear, and then happily put it into the basket. Seeing that there are sundries about to fall into the basket, move the basket away in a panic, or "swipe" to shake off the sundries before falling. If the container holding precious things is occupied by sundries, how to load the precious things? But after waiting for so long, you still haven't found a treasure worthy of being included in the basket.
When you look ahead, there is no darkness and no scenery; you know that there is a road under your feet, and there is light ahead.
But now you find that you can't start.
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Oh my god, your roommate calls back and interrupts your train of thought, leaving you with no idea what to write next.
My God, you saw the scenery of another world, and you tried to describe the scenery of another world. But it was interrupted! The manifested world was instantly closed.
Solitude is a must! Living alone is a must! You are doomed to always be withdrawn! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com