Even the definition of happiness had merely been staying alive.
But when did it start to change?
Ah! Perhaps it was the moment Beatrice reached out to him?
He went from "protect Beatrice to save my own life" to "now that I've safeguarded my life, I should protect Beatrice."
Slowly, he began to take on responsibilities he had never thought of shouldering before.
Responsible for the fate of a hundred people.
Responsible for the future of a thousand people.
In charge of the development direction of hundreds of thousands of people.
Step by step, he had come to this day where he could no longer accept making the wrong choice.
He was like walking a tightrope, fearing that a slight mistake would drag countless people into the abyss.
If he fell, it wouldn't matter, he felt there was a chance he could climb up from below.
But what if it was a large group of people who fell, or even someone incredibly important to him?
Could they still climb up after falling?
