The stars glistening in the skies, as the young man sat in the front of his window. Hearing all the words from his little sister inside his head.
The moonlight illuminated his skinny blanched face and seeing his sunken whiskey eyes. By looking at him, you could notice Yumiro's body in the real world wasn't quite good.
Although the window has transparent glass, he could still transpicuous his reflection on it. So he talked himself with an uneasy smile.
"Yeah, Amiya's is right. I should stop playing this game, and focus on taking care of my body." He lifted his head, then leaned his back on his wheelchair. "This is the best thing to do, I don't have any rights to complain. I'm just I disabled man who always making trouble. I should feel ashamed."
Yumiro accepted the VR game wasn't the right game for him. He then turned his wheel and heading to his bed not too far away from him.
