Give me a little less to worry about...
Fang Yuxuan stood there, blinking. After a long pause... the corner of her mouth twitched.
"So you're here to protest?"
No, this is merely a reasonable request.
"...Fine, you win. I won't remember."
MDZZ.
"Don't think I can't understand you just because you're using English!! You're fucking insulting me, aren't you?!"
Oh? Didn't you say you wouldn't remember anything?
"I still remember the things worth remembering!"
Perhaps... this was the legendary sight of a split personality in action?
Had anyone been there, they would have seen this girl... talking to thin air.
With her subconscious cracking jokes, Fang Yuxuan managed to muster a little energy. By now, she really was so exhausted
that she could barely walk. Perhaps her subcon-
scious finally couldn't bear it anymore, because she suddenly said something.
The primary consciousness has exceeded her operational limits. If you can't hold on, you can leave it to me.
"Oh... are you planning to seize control of my body?"
After so many years in the apocalypse, Fang Yuxuan had certainly learned her lesson and wouldn't be tricked so easily anymore. But she had forgotten
one thing...
Who the fuck would scam herself?!
The primary consciousness is excessively guarded. The subconscious will not seize control of the primary consciousness's body. This is genetically determined, and
the subconscious does not possess many emotional
processing mechanisms. If it weren't for keeping this body alive, I wouldn't bother with you. You might as well exhaust yourself to death.
"Heh, heh, heh..."
The girl's cheeks shifted slightly. The windblown sand struck her face, making her cheeks sting. Her dry laughter gradually faded
away. Then, she seemed genuinely
unable to hold on any longer.
At that thought, she couldn't help opening her mouth...
"Then... I'll leave the