C347 An old well and me

Listening to the words of the other party.

I want to cry!

But he couldn't cry.

A sorrowful atmosphere permeated the entire room.

So it was like this!

I'm dead. All that was left was his consciousness stored in a certain part. The parts were plugged into a computer. Driven by some kind of program, my consciousness was running on the computer.

I am looking at the Tear-in-flower