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

Humming the same unchanging ballad and looking at the scenery in the distance, I can now enjoy the breeze. If it gets colder, the wind won't be able to blow.

I yawned. I always felt sleepy. It was time to take medicine again. Now I can take the medicine by myself!

Compared to my old self, this wasn’t a big deal, but compared to the person now who can’t even use his hands, this is a huge blessing!

Various methods are to hold the medicine bowl with the arms of both hands, then hold a part of it with the mouth, and slowly tilt it to allow the medicine to enter one's mouth.

I admit it's a bit weird, but I have practiced it before. I once drank water by holding the bowl in my mouth so as not to have to hold it with my hands!

The medicine is extremely bitter, and I cannot eat too much sugar, otherwise it will be harmful to my body, and sugar will reduce the effectiveness of the medicine.

I really don't understand how sugar can reduce the effect of drugs? I haven't learned this part of knowledge at all. It seems that I have to find someone to learn skills from in the future. The more you have, the better. It's best for me to learn a little bit of everything...

I miss them so much~ Oh, I really want to know how happy that little guy will be? !

In my heart, I was looking forward to seeing the look on my child’s face when he saw the gift. As I thought about it, I couldn’t stop smiling. It was such a warm feeling. I have experienced a lot since I came into this world!

I really like the feeling of home, a home where there is no oppression and people can sit down and talk quietly...

My previous home was not like this...so I want to have a beautiful home, a home where everyone can speak their mind freely, a home where everyone can be happy and joyful!

That kind of home is what I look forward to, that kind of home is what I want to work hard for...

Would the golden ginkgo leaves like it? The red maple leaves might like it too. They are all ready! Well, what else? Let's collect some snowflakes when it snows this year.

I think I will like it very much! Snowflakes are beautiful, aren't they? It's difficult to collect snowflakes, after all, they will melt in your hands...

I was bored and looked at the scenery in the distance. The wind had blown enough today. The weather was getting colder and colder, which was not good for people who were recovering from illness. There was a heater in the room, but I didn't know how to use it.

The windows were closed tightly and the young seedlings were placed in an unventilated place. The weather was too cold and such small seedlings could easily die.

I drank the last dose of medicine for the day, and then went to bed. Except for the five doses when I needed to stay awake, theoretically I could have slept the whole time. Recently, I feel that my thoughts are too confused. I can't even concentrate on reading, let alone what I want to write.

I feel like a wandering soul, constantly wandering around this small residence. Well, it is a bit strange to describe myself as a wandering soul, but I really can't find any other adjective.

I don't have anything serious to do. I'm just wandering around in empty rooms. In fact, there are people in the houses. Besides myself, there are other patients. Sometimes I go from room to room out of boredom.

Some patients would be friendly to me, while others would curse me. It doesn’t matter. I don’t take it to heart. I have seen many different patients, some of whom are even just children…

All the medicines that can be distributed have been distributed. Of course, I have to tell them in advance and let the doctor check whether they will cause any harm to the body. Only if there is no harm, can I take them. After all, I cannot be sure whether the effects of the medicines will conflict with each other.

The following days passed quickly. After about 5 or 6 days, I can't remember clearly, the cloth on my hands was removed, and my hands were still covered with scars, but I could start moving again.

My own bookmark was kept. There was no engraving on it. It was just an ordinary bookmark made of leaves and was placed in a box for safekeeping.

The reason why I feel uncomfortable when I move my hand is because of the burning sensation. Why did my hand get injured so badly?

My head is getting more and more dizzy. Okay, okay, it’s been a long time since I’ve finished reading a book seriously. My spirit seems to be greatly hindered by something, and the person in the mirror no longer looks like a curse. It’s so strange and painful...

"Take me to see the sword..." When he was accompanying me to complete boring tasks again, he spoke without any preparation. The other party was stunned by this sentence and then nodded.

I walked with him for a very long time, and my body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, was so tired that I stopped several times to catch my breath.

After a long time, there was a huge door in front of him. This should be the appearance of the Golden House? The door was pushed open, and the surrounding Mora dazzled his eyes, but he only stared at the thing in front of him.

The black sword that exuded an ominous aura was still quietly placed in its original place. He walked forward silently. The Mora under his feet piled up like a mountain, blocking his way.

How many Mora are there? Mora is also a kind of alchemical product. Can I use Mora to accomplish something I have never done before?

Endless strange thoughts were whispering in my ears. At this moment, I seemed to have returned to my former self, full of wild thoughts.

Imagination is the most important part of a person, at least for myself. When I can't imagine beauty, when I can't imagine pain, when I can't imagine anything, I am no longer myself.

Looking into the distance again, no, now the sword is very close.

The sword was firmly sealed, and the patterns on it were clearly the work of a god...

Does this sword have a scabbard? The scabbard has corrosion marks on it, and it was not made with the sword. From the beginning, this sword cannot be controlled. In other words, once you have this sword, you will only die in the end...

"The scabbard is about to break..." He watched from a distance, then reached out and gently touched it, "Not enough, time can wear away everything, the scabbard of this sword can absorb it... but it is far from enough..."

When you touch the scabbard, you won't feel anything wrong. On the contrary, it's a very peaceful metallic feeling, but this isn't metal. Of course, you understand this: "Don't touch it... The scabbard of this sword took some effort to make, but it won't last long..."

I don't have the thought of dying anymore. There are things I love in this world, but...if I really do this, is it okay? If I really live for myself and hurt innocent people, is this okay?

I said this softly to myself and felt tears about to well up, but in the end, they didn't.