Chapitre 62: Descendant of the sun

"Why are you showing me this?" Ryan asked as he looked at his former self forced to kneel beside the chairman's feet.

"The 18-year-old Ryan crumbled under the pressure of the world from that day onward," Lifa said as she similarly looked at Ryan's younger self.

"He wanted to kill himself and end his torment— to close his eyes without ever having to open them again— but couldn't bring himself to do it. He was afraid to die."

"He eventually adapted and became the perfect assistant Andrew wanted— his best friend, his greatest helper."

"He learned to smile even if he didn't want to, to show sympathy to the enemy even if in pain," she said.

"Day by day, he felt like he was losing his mind," Lifa standing by the side, looked at his past self, reprimanding his sister for the trash script she wrote.

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["Lastly, don't you feel ashamed of yourself? I mean, how could you make someone so miserable? Don't you have a conscience?"