Chapter 867: For You, I Exist 03

Yishen stood at the doorway looking at Jin Chen, his eyes doubtful, his urging obvious.

Jin Chen was also doubtful, and the two tilted their heads in unison.

Yishen: "……"

Who exactly are you.

Jin Chen.

Jin Chen expressed his sincerity: 'Creator, you don't seem to trust me.'

Yishen opened his mouth; he normally speaks slowly, and before he could get a word out, Jin Chen jumped in.

But it doesn't matter; I'll prove it to you.

Jin Chen spoke with certainty, and incidentally used his foot to pull the door shut.

Then, under Yishen's stare that seemed like that of a madman, he smiled and snapped his fingers.

The person disappeared.

Yishen stared at the empty space for half a second, then instinctively glanced left and right.

In the air there was a moment of stagnation and silence.

I do not belong to this world; as a character born from the pen of your dear creator, I can exist in any of your timelines.

Jin Chen's voice came from behind again; Yishen turned and saw him already seated naturally on the sofa, his posture relaxed, and he looked somewhat familiar.

Yishen fell silent again.

This sitting posture isn't comfortable for ordinary people, but it's good for placing a book on the knees, so he has always had this habit.

This character Jin Chen is another side of his inner self, so many of his habits are based on his own.

This person……

In that world I sensed that my dear creator seemed to have run into a troublesome problem.

Jin Chen rose again and walked toward the person by the door who still hadn't reacted.

So I have crossed time and space to see you.

Yishen stood stunned for several seconds, his peach-blossom eyes, similar to Jin Chen's, fixed on the smiling man before him.

He shouldn't have believed it, but the established facts were right before him, and besides, he himself had experienced many strange things; Word Spirit is the best example.

Jin Chen.

After a moment, Yishen finally spoke that name, as if testing it, yet also feeling moved.

'Now you believe, so don't worry,' Jin Chen lowered his head slightly and met his gaze, his voice low and soothing: 'The one who wrote me is you; no one can change that, and no one can ever take me away.'

He reached out and gave Yishen a gentle, even somewhat courteous hug.

It lasted only a few short seconds.

But even this unfamiliar feeling made Yishen's heart go numb and soft.

When everyone thought it was plagiarism, he heard the words spoken directly by his own creation.

Such a feeling was truly wonderful and greatly soothed his tense, anxious heart.

At this moment, Yishen had many things he wanted to ask Jin Chen.

For example, when did he gain self-awareness, why could he perceive what was happening in this world, and how did he cross time and space to get here.

But all these questions ultimately remained unasked.

Yishen thought that, since Jin Chen was now a complete form with consciousness, some things, even as his creator, could not be easily asked.

Just like his own Word Spirit ability, it cannot be told to outsiders.

Then you will stay here.

Yishen appeared calm, easily accepting this huge shock, and even had the thought to arrange Jin Chen's future belonging.

But Jin Chen could see that his inner self was in turmoil, though he usually kept his emotions hidden.

All right, my dear creator.

Jin Chen smiled, the curve of his lips never having lowered since he entered.

Yishen twitched his brow and whispered, 'Don't call me like that; it's weird.'

'Hmm,' Jin Chen tilted his head, 'Then what should I call you? Yi Yi? Shen Shen? Dear landlord? Or...'

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his posture, forcing Yishen to lean back slightly, drawing ever closer: 'Father?'

His low, teasing voice exploded beside his ear.

Yishen: "……"

He almost couldn't catch his breath.

'Just call me Yishen.'

His voice grew more hoarse, and he didn't know if it was from being frightened.

'This form of address isn't intimate at all; I am the other side of your inner self, our souls are connected, so we should be the closest people in the world.'

Jin Chen was dissatisfied, resting his chin on Yishen's shoulder, looking troubled; as he spoke, his chin moved slightly, as if responding to Yishen's faint inner tremor.

'Shen Shen, just call me Shen Shen—what a nice name.'

Yishen heard this, lowered his eyelids, did not refute it, but also did not agree.

Jin Chen straightened his body, patted his clothes, and said, 'Dear Shen Shen, my clothes are completely soaked; I feel awful.'

Yishen broke free from his embrace, stepped back half a pace, eyed Jin Chen's height, and pursed his lips somewhat glumly.

How did he privately give him extra height; now he's much taller than me.

He gestured for Jin Chen to wait, turned, and went to the bedroom to get clothes.

Jin Chen poked his head into the bedroom; before he could speak, a towel had already been placed on his wet head.

'Dear Shen Shen, I can't see.'

He blew on the towel over his chin, his tone suddenly excited: "I know, in this miraculous world, the red cloth draped over the head symbolizes marriage."

Yishen turned to rummage through the wardrobe: "……"

No, you got it wrong, wipe the hair.

Oh.

Yishen thought the personality given to Jin Chen wasn't entirely like this either; how did he change so much after gaining consciousness?

He pulled out two clothes from the wardrobe that he usually thought were too loose, compared their sizes, felt they should fit Jin Chen, and handed them over.

Then he left the bedroom alone to digest this still shocking news.

Yishen again fell silent at the desk.

Although miraculous things often happen, this is too miraculous.

He opened the computer and stared at the lines of text in the document.

The birth of the story 'Frost Sea Poems' began with a dream.

Unfortunately, I could never be as carefree and free as in the dream, so I created a completely different character, another side of my inner self, whom I longed to become.

Yet now this character stands alive before me, existing in the same time and space as I.

Will Jin Chen's appearance bring a turning point to this matter?

Dear Shensen……

Jin Chen drew out his tone, interrupting Yishen's thoughts.

Upon lifting his gaze, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Why aren't you wearing your clothes properly!

He had put on his pants, but merely wearing a shirt on his upper body wasn't enough; he didn't even button it.

I would like to, but that sweater is a bit small, and I can't button this one.

Jin Chen patted the exposed abs, still a little shy: 'Shensen, I guess this isn't very good.'

Yishen: '...... I know.'

He still thought it wouldn't be that much smaller.

Jin Chen moved to sit beside him obediently, looking at the computer like a curious Bao Bao.

Is this the tool you use to write my life?