Without friends, without a lover, immersed in the virtual magic-guided world every day, I watched others' bittersweet youth and deluded myself into trying to fit into it, claiming disdain but deep down feeling nothing but loneliness and desire. I aimlessly whiled away the days and years, never mustering the courage to take a step further, always torturing myself in wait.
And when they were ready to wake up, they would find that their youth had ended.
The Bishop of Pain was right in his analysis because studying medicine is like watching anime; both are devoid of youth and romance. When one wakes up from the illusion (changing majors), they find their youth has ended (their hair has fallen out).
The candle of pain and blood flickered in the wind, shedding sparks here and there.
And An Su's support rate began to climb again due to the support of the Painful Followers.
[Thirty percent, thirty-one percent...]
