An old but upright man, with thick white hair, sharp blue eyes...
His eyebrows are as hard and sharp as a sword.
Every step he takes is a stubborn, brisk, and regular walk like a solid, indestructible mountain...
The black uniform can not be called weak, it fits the body perfectly. Solemn and calm, strong enough to never compromise on weakness despite his advanced age.
A few paces behind him was another man following him as if there was a younger version of the man. This man looked young, his thick black hair gave a rebellious air. Compared to the old man, he exuded a more oppressive and aggressive air.
If the old man resembled a calm sea wave, it was a violent tsunami behind it.
While the old man was exceedingly calm, the man had a sword eye. The eyebrows like a stretched spring that would be released at any moment made his presence more dominant with the feeling of spreading.
After the advancing two men, two more men with a stern temperament like a statue came. It was as if they were assigned as bodyguards.
When the old man saw the doctor, "Where is he?" she asked.
Sensing the man's gaze, the doctor mustered courage and replied, "In Room 179." This terrible existence was in front of him!! How can you not be afraid?
The doctor's heart was pounding as he walked toward the room.
The door opened slowly, and the scene reflected in his eyes at that moment.
On the bed was a slender and fragile-looking, gender-neutral beauty. Sunlight from the window brightened her fragile appearance as her long white hair stretched out of the bed.
The facial features are gentle and soft.
At that moment, the doctor and the nurses that followed held their breath, did an angel descend from the sky?
The old man Hofan stepped inside, his ice-sharp eyes locked on the person on the bed.
The fragile-looking person lying on the bed also looked at them.
His hair is silver, not white like the old ones. He stood there shining, as holy as the angels. He was carrying white and pure breath up to his lashes.
This was the first impression left in the minds of those who saw "what an innocent look". It was like a treasure that should not be touched and should not belong to anyone. Everyone could look at it with admiration, but not touch it so that it would not be contaminated!
The sense of purity was displayed with dignity as if carved into his bones.
Hofan took a glance and left the room.
The man behind him, Rance, stared at him for a while longer, then left.
The room regained its silence and loneliness as before.
"..."
An hour ago, after realizing that I had migrated to a novel, I thought about the novel I had written for quite some time.
The person I am in the body of Ji Yun can be called the second prince of the Ji family. A side character?
No, not even a side character. The stillborn child, for whom I dedicate only one line from the very beginning to the end of the novel, remains tied to a hospital bed for the rest of his life.
That's right, he was born dead.
Despite this, her mother stubbornly had her hospitalized with the crazy thought that she was "living" or "waking up."
So this body since infancy, despite being dead, can only be said to have reached the current age of 17 because this hospital has the latest technology and best talents.
In short, they had found a way to somehow keep the body alive.
No wonder, after all, the Ji Family was one big family and that was easy.
This much.
That's all he knows about this character in the book. It was clear from this that he was a character that did not affect the operation of the fiction at all.
Let's get to the actual fiction.
"Rose" was the title of the fiction.
I prioritized the events rather than the main character. There was not a single main character, I wanted to write realistically.
The thing was, it was getting a 2nd satellite because of a moon-sized celestial body entering Earth's orbit.
I edited, I wrote, but the fiction is not complete. The 2nd Satellite, which should be the subject of the fiction, has not even been cast in the novel yet!
This would be the very end of the novel. So, 1 episode before the completion of the editing, I found myself here!
Breathing hard, I unbuttoned one of my clothes. I was out of breath.
Oh my stupid head, oh my stupid head!
Come, think of writing a novel!
Why did you follow the insistence of your crazy friend?
I was writing well!
What's wrong with you?!
No, I wouldn't write if I knew something like this would happen!
"Ah!"
He quickly shook his head. He closed his eyes tightly. His teeth were clenched together, his whole body tensed instantly.
"Damn!"
It hurts!
It hurts so bad!
He felt his back get slightly wet, cold sweat clinging to his clothing.
"Ghrr" made wheezing noises once or twice as he breathed.
Finally, when the pain stopped abruptly, he collapsed onto the bed, his whole body weak.
"Haha! haha! Shah!" He rubbed his eyes as he gasped quickly.
He remembered.
Last times...
It was after school.
He was on the newly built construction road as he made his way back home. The ground was starting to shake, there was a big earthquake.
When the building suddenly shook, his last memory was of heavy objects falling on him.
Well?
Is it okay now?
He's dead!!!
In shock, I forgot to breathe, I held my breath for a while.
My eyes seemed to darken.
-To be continued-