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To Live Again, For the First Time!

Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all. No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions. NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST! Emilin: [Who am I even?] DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?] LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.] OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!] BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.] HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.] BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

you_li_er · Urbano
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204 Chs

Mobba Pt II: (Yanyan)

As Grace and Noah spoke of Doorii, Emilin was in fact, secretly proud like a mother who had heard others praise their child.

This was a feeling that she didn't have, even when her own identities like Master M and Master Lin were being praised.

In fact, when it came to those identities, she always felt an indescribable sense of alienation.

Perhaps a feeling that stemmed from the fact that the things she knew from those fields required no hard work on her part other than the tedious typing and constant managing to keep the identities alive.

Thus the lack of gratification and fulfillment.

Sadly enough, she felt more pride in her blurry photos of which the context could not be clearly decerned and was to be possibly discarded in the future than in the procedures she had uploaded, saving thousands of lives, and even more in the long term.

But of course, that was only pride.