Being able to witness the sight of the people he once admired, Yang felt as though he were trapped in a dream. Yet, he couldn't reveal the excitement on his face. He couldn't make it obvious.
So he continued to stare from afar, his expression carefully neutral.
Then, his expression shifted as a familiar face emerged onto the field.
'You're here.'
His brows furrowed.
At the same moment, the stadium exploded with a deafening roar that stole his attention. He looked toward the stands, at the roaring crowd and the pulsating stadium. The entire atmosphere had transformed with his appearance.
'So, this is the kind of person you've become.'
He couldn't help but feel mesmerized.
Unlike the excited faces around him, Hiro wore an expression of calm. Almost detached. He didn't even seem bothered by the thousands cheering his name. He moved with such nonchalance that he appeared untouchable.
"Yang, snap out of it."
