Although he still did not know what this video would be about, Ye Ming had already begun to feel a chill run down his spine.
"Is watching your own story really that embarrassing? Bronya was perfectly fine watching Angel Reconstruction."
"So you're comparing your highlight moments to other people breaking down, huh?"
"But even if you go back now... Bronya bets everyone is watching too. You have nowhere to hide."
"Then I'll take a walk by the river. Call me when the video ends."
At the time, Ye Ming had not considered that taking a walk by the river could also be a high-risk activity.
The title was The Truth About Angels: Who Are the Angels?
Obviously Bronya! Did you forget Angel Reconstruction?
Then does the plural "angels" mean Seele is involved too?
Yes! More sugar on top of sugar! Sweeten me to death! Hurry!
The last short video was called fluff too, and it ended up being full of shattered glass.
The video opened in an ordinary hospital. A nurse held an IV drip and flicked the air bubbles in the tube with her finger.
Just then, the screen darkened, and a line of white handwritten text appeared against the black background:
—This was the story of an ordinary person before he became a hero.
"Are you scared?"
The image brightened again. The nurse holding the IV drip was smiling at a young boy.
"Not scared!"
The boy answered like that, staring at the approaching needle with remarkable determination.
This little boy... was Ye Ming, right?
He looks exactly like him. It has to be him.
"Weren't you really afraid of pain before?"
Since little Ye Ming came in for injections every few days, the nurses had already figured him out.
"I-I can grow too!"
Little Ye Ming said