Chapter 4: Pretending Not to Be in Love_3

Under the warm yellow desk lamp, he spaced out for quite a while, eventually taking out his notebook from the prop bag.

But today, he didn't write any clever quips.

Instead, he gazed deeply at the blank page before slowly writing:

"When my parents left, they never said anything to me about the Myriad Beasts Realm or the Throne of the Mechanical God.

The fact that their lifespans were only nine years sounds like a deal with the devil.

Where did they go in the end?

Is the direction I'm now understanding really the correct one?

Come to think of it, they never seemed to ask anything of me.

Perhaps that's why I liked them?

Life is long, and I've just realized that I cannot always face the unknown with a nonchalant attitude.

I used to think they were just the slightly smarter bunch among fools. But looking back now, my mother was right.

The world is so vast, and I am grateful for those who love me that I've met.

I miss my parents very much."