"Bologue, you seem a bit tense."
"If you were lying here, you'd be just as tense as I am."
"Hmm? I do this often, haha, relax a little, don't tense your muscles, let them loose."
"..."
"I said relax a little."
"I'll try."
The light hit his face, almost occupying all of Bologue's vision. Familiar faces wandered at the edge of his sight, but due to the light, they became dark silhouettes, hard to see clearly.
"It's just a promotion ceremony, don't be afraid."
A concerned voice sounded beside him, she used tweezers to pick up gauze, professionally wiping away sweat from Bologue's forehead like a chief surgeon.
"Just? Just a promotion ceremony?" Bologue tried to look at the other person, but his head was already fixed in place, his vision limited, "Are you serious, Aimou?"
Bologue's voice gradually rose, met by Aimou's bursts of laughter. Bologue still tried to move but he was completely restrained now, like a lab rat on a surgical table, at the mercy of others.
