Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

The first thing Qin Mo and Tao Jiang did when they discovered that the bride was not in the room was to search the surrounding objects, trying to find clues about Jun Niang's whereabouts.

After a careful search, the results were as expected.

Qin Mo found the diary of the bride Jun Niang from the corner of the bed.

Qin Mo's heart sank when he opened the diary and read the scattered words.

From the passages recorded in the diary, Qin Mo got a glimpse of a silent and bloodless mental murder.

These words were recorded on the first page of Junniang's diary.

"If I don't get married in this life, I will be sorry to my parents and I shouldn't be alive..."

The remaining words on the diary have been blurred by the tears, and only a vague outline can be seen.

Qin Mo held the thin pages of the diary, staring at the few words on it for a long time without turning the page.

Just by looking at the text, Qin Mo felt as if a huge beast, the embodiment of oppression, was biting his fragile neck tightly.

With the spirit of risking everything and dying together.

The small words seemed to be magnified several times in front of Qin Mo's eyes in an instant, turning into an invisible big hand tightly grasping his heart.

Qin Mo took a deep breath and slowly turned to the next page.

The words that caught my eye no longer had the previous depressing despair, but recorded the deep doubts of a little girl.

"Isn't this my home?".

"...".

"Why is it that I can't find any trace of love for me from my parents who loved me before..."

"...".

"Their eyes are so cold, I feel like I'm spending a long, bitter winter day alone with no end in sight."

"...".

"When I reach a certain age, I have to get married... The passing of the good years is beyond my control... Is it possible that my marriage is also beyond my control..."

"...".

"This is reality..."

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Qin Mo witnessed the entire process of a thorny rose, from blooming to withering.

In their small space, the two flower farmers worked hard and with great expectation to cultivate a beautiful rose of their own.

They looked at the young buds of the roses and sincerely hoped that their roses would grow up healthily and bloom into beautiful flowers of their own in the future.

However, during the time they were taking care of the roses, the two flower growers gradually forgot that they were not flower growers at all, and they had no idea how to grow a rose that was famously delicate.

They just wanted to have a rose of their own, so they found rose seeds and planted them.

The roses grew slowly under the care of the two flower growers, but they were a little more fragile than roses that were more professionally cared for.

But this shortcoming does not affect the healthy growth of roses.

One day, two flower growers left their own exclusive world with roses and came to a rose garden.

Every rose in the rose garden has its own delicate beauty.

The two flower growers were dazzled, their eyes lingering on one beautiful rose after another.

The thoughts in my heart also changed quietly.

The two flower growers thought silently in their hearts.

My rose, the petals are not as full as this one; my rose, the branches are not as straight as this one; my rose, the fragrance is not as strong as this one; my rose...

The two flower growers were lost in the magnificence of the rose garden and forgot their original intention of cultivating roses.

Realizing that their roses were inferior to the others, the two flower growers quietly lowered their heads.

Soon, the two flower growers regained their confidence and planned to move their roses into the rose garden.

They firmly believe that when their rose arrives at the rose garden, it will become one of these roses, gathering all the advantages of these roses and even surpassing these roses.

But before the two flower growers transplanted their roses into the rose garden, they learned that the spots in the rose garden needed to be reserved early as there were no extra spots left.

The two flower growers who missed the opportunity were unwilling to accept it, but they could only return home in disappointment.

The two flower growers returned to their roses and were moved by a particularly beautiful rose in the window.

A rose with its branches cut off and placed in a transparent printed vase.

They had never seen roses like these, and everyone who passed by the two flower growers would tell them that these were the most beautiful roses in the world.

The two flower growers mustered up their courage and asked the people walking around and praising them:

"Really? If my rose is placed in a vase like this, will it become the most beautiful and attractive rose in the world?"

"certainly".

Everyone gave the same answer to the two sincere flower growers.

The two flower farmers suddenly felt that they had found a way to make their roses the most beautiful and charming roses in the world, and they were full of confidence.

However, through their inner filters, the two flower growers ignored the curled edges of the roses in the vase, the slightly lifeless and shriveled branches, and the malice hidden in the eyes of the person who spoke.

The time for Rose to return is approaching, but no one cares.

Suddenly, the two flower growers heard a huge voice speaking to them.

Only an excellent flower grower can cultivate such roses, and you are such a flower grower.

The two flower farmers lost their minds in the noise of the crowd and the beauty of the charming roses. When they returned home, they ignored their roses' enthusiastic welcome back home and their hard-earned flowers.

I was determined to break off the rose's rhizome to tell it that it didn't look good.

They can make roses stand out among the roses and become the most beautiful roses in the world.

The rose refused and raised its thorns to protect itself. But the two flower growers persisted.

The flower grower extended his ruthless hand despite the rose's refusal.

When the two flower growers' hands were about to touch the sharp thorns on its branches, the rose silently retracted its sharp thorns.

There was a click.

The rose closed its eyes and fell into sleep, bidding farewell to the two flower growers.

The two flower farmers who broke off the rose branches were selling their roses with a smile to the strangers who came and went and whom they might not see again in their lives.