Seol Jihu was still in the hospital.

His routine couldn’t be more boring. Every day he was examined, given pills and injections, and he slept. When he wasn’t sleeping, he spent all his time staring into the air.

His doctor told him he shouldn’t rely on pills and suggested reducing doses over time, but Seol Jihu had no intention of following his advice.

It wasn’t that he didn’t try. He did, but nothing changed. A splitting headache shook his brain whenever the effects of the drugs wore off. Moreover, his sense of emptiness and lack of motivation deepened, driving him further into a severe depression.

Seeing how much pain Seol Jihu was in, his doctor once again prescribed antidepressants to him, admitting that even though it was only a temporary solution, it was what he needed at the moment.

Yes, this was much better than before. His senses grew dull and he couldn’t move his body as well as before, but at least, he didn’t feel any pain—because he felt almost nothing.

If he were to develop tolerance to the current dosage, it would have to be increased. Not even his doctor was sure how long the drugs would work. Regardless, he felt grateful for the numbness caused by the pills.

Of course, that was only in his opinion. Others could tell he was getting thinner and paler by the day.

Today too, Seol Jihu was lying in his bed with a blank expression across his face, his eyes staring into space.

Yoo Seonhwa peeped inside the hospital room with a worried look before clearing her throat.

“Jihu~”

Trying to sound happy and bright,...