[Are your legs okay?] Nine implored, since yesterday Joshua had suddenly experienced some pain in his leg. Even now, Nine couldn't shake the worry, afraid that Joshua might collapse on stage.
Joshua closed his eyes, letting the makeup artist continue her work, and softly replied to Nine, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
Of course, Nine wasn't less worried because of Joshua's words, and Joshua said nothing further. In truth, if he wanted, the injury on his leg could heal instantly.
But he didn't trust Nine either—not knowing just how far Nine's power extended…
Nine… tell me, how am I supposed to get you out of my head?
"This face really was made to be an idol, Joshua. Do you know how many people like you online?"
The makeup artist was a young, lively woman, seemingly cheerful, able to converse with anyone.
Joshua curled his lips slightly, the dimple on his cheek prompting the makeup artist to poke him lightly.
