“You can’t compare my misfortune to those people… Who do you think I am? Do you know how many fans stayed up for days and nights outside just to see me? How much they loved me…?” Lee Yeon whined.

His popularity was around the middle among the members of Blue Fit. Lee Yeon had many of his own fans, though not as many as Min Si-Hoo and Lee Min-Soo.

But now that so much had changed in a year, it was hard for him to accept the change.

“Just because you were happier than others before doesn’t make you more miserable than them now,” Woo-Jin said bluntly.

The weight of happiness differs from person to person, and it was the same for the weight of misfortune. However, that didn’t mean that these weights were directly proportional to each other.

Moreover, these weights weren’t comparable. Other people’s misfortunes might seem similar, but one always feels that their own misfortune was a little heavier than others’.

“I know and have known people who have been far worse off compared to you. But that doesn’t mean anything to you. Your own misfortune isn’t invalidated when I tell you about their’s.”

Telling a depressed person that there were many others who were more miserable than them was the most meaningless and terrible way to comfort them.

“If you want my sympathy, you came to the wrong place. Just like...