Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

The pain was like a burning fire, and I understood what was causing it.

This pain seemed to be burning the soul, as if there were thousands of ants on the arm, constantly gnawing at the already fragile flesh. After tearing off a piece of flesh, the pain of burning flames became more and more intense.

My soul seems to be burned by the flames...

He fell to the ground and cut himself with the sharp blade in his hand.

I knew that this was your trick, God, whom I respected but never loved.

He laughed out loud, as if all the pressure of the past few days had disappeared; his laughter sounded like a wail, particularly piercing.

The man who had survived touched his neck which was cut and had blood on it, and kept thanking the God in his heart. He wanted to leave, and the last thing he did before leaving was to silence the witness.

"..." I looked up and saw my own face in the sharp blade... What a good sword...

The sword was swung heavily towards his neck, and soon... He closed his eyes. The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made it impossible to open his eyes. The scene in front of him began to gradually turn black, and he had no strength left.

I heard the sound of metal breaking after being hit. I guess I survived...?

"Miss Norinxi!" The clearest voice sounded beside him, followed by the sound of swords colliding, and the sound of swords piercing into flesh...

"De...!" He felt pain on the left side of his neck. The sword had gone astray, but it still stabbed him. The pain made him stop talking.

Everything in front of him turned completely dark. Excessive blood loss was still fatal at this time...

I heard a lot of sounds of fighting, but it was very quiet around me. I could feel a warm hand pressing on my body which was beginning to feel cold. The blood should flow out from there, from the neck, right?

The throat was not cut directly, but the neck was stabbed. Not much blood flowed... but for the body that was already in pain, it was the last snowflake.

I can't see anything...

Something was dripping down my face. I couldn't tell what it felt like, but I knew he was looking at me... looking at my face that had lost its beauty due to the curse, looking at my dying appearance...

"Is it raining..." Seeing that there seemed to be something he wanted to say, I put my ear close to his lips and heard this slight whisper.

"Yes, it's raining..." Tears slid down the other person's face, "It will be a heavy rain..."

"..." Those lifeless eyes seemed to be looking straight ahead. I won't live long, she thought... "That's great..."

"Today is not a good day..." I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. Why? If you hadn't run away, you could have lived well!

“Don’t cry…” I should have wanted to laugh, to wipe away my tears with a smile… but I didn’t have the strength to do so, “My suicide note… is lost…”

"So live well! Life hasn't come to the point where you can put an end to it. I love you!" Are you confessing to me at this time?

My eyes are sore and tears are flowing down... It must not be because of the words "I love you"... It must not be because of facing true emotions, right?

He was unable to speak, and the sounds in his ears became noisy. He could no longer distinguish the characters himself. He seemed to be repeating the same characters over and over again, but his mind could no longer distinguish them.

My hand was pulled up, and the hot tears dripped onto the back of my hand. It was so warm... so hot. It didn't hurt so much anymore, it didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore...

I have experienced the feeling of being near death many times, but none of them was as painful as this time. My body was getting colder and colder, and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. There was darkness in front of me and noise in my ears. It seemed as if all my feelings were being slowly taken away from me.

Did he really say "I... don't want to die..." or was it just a thought?

But I really don’t want to die now…

There is a child at home waiting for me to come home, who will hold my hand and call me sister over and over again... who will share everything with me and choose to tolerate my mistakes. How can I stop this child from crying?

The child of the snow mountain is like an elf in the snow, a little unworldly, but has due respect for all life. He is a child with a gentle heart who loves life. People who break their promises will be hated.

And...what about the people who haven't accepted your feelings yet...Really, have I, a coward, finally figured out the important meaning here?

There are still many, many more, including the seed that has not sprouted yet, the flowers that have not been planted yet… the little slime that has not been with me, the book that has not been truly completed… I have not been to Fontainebleau, I have not been to Xumi, I have not been to anywhere…

I began to recall my life, like a revolving lantern, and recalled every wrong decision I made in my life. I also began to recall my regrets. I will not die, as the witch lady said...

My consciousness began to blur, I couldn't hear anything around me, everything seemed to disappear, my body became light... I haven't even finished my words, and I have lost my suicide note. Really, why am I so clumsy at this time...

I haven’t really fulfilled my dream yet, I haven’t… I, I don’t want to die yet…

Anyone can help me, please save my life, please let me live, I will do anything!

"How about this, I'll exchange a child's life for yours?" It was the witch's voice, as if asking herself through her soul.

“……”Consume the life of an innocent child in exchange for your own survival?

"How about using the lives of people you know? Those two kids are fine, or Deshier? As long as it's someone you're close to, it's fine!"

The devil's whisper sounded in my ears. No, it was told through my soul that all the choices were up to me.

"..."Are you going to exchange the lives of those close to you for your own survival?

"I am just a witch who likes to barter. Everything has a value. Of course, the value of the soul is different. Your soul cannot be sold at a high price, so this is a good deal for me."

The soul has completely escaped from the painful body, and is about to embark on the road to the next life... perhaps it will return to the earth?

"Holding this knife, does the person in front of you see it? As long as you use force, his soul will die. At that time, I will help you come back to life, so do it, and make your decision!" The voice became cheerful, as if he was looking forward to seeing this good show.

A knife was thrust into his hand... made of shards of glass.