I became a girl group idol for my sister.

Sorry, I seem to have written a bit too much.

And tears streamed down her face, even though she had already decided not to cry anymore...

I'm so sorry I soiled the letter...

Thank you for giving me the motivation to face difficulties and at least live a sunny life. I will continue to support you until I leave this world. Please continue to shine so brightly!

Sister Nana!

At last.

I know you must be very busy, so please take care of your health. Although you are so dazzling on stage, which makes me very excited, as your fan, I hope you can have a healthy body even more.

Best regards

[Nakamura Yuma]

The letter was long, and there were several smudges on the paper, which must have been from tears.

After reading it, Masanobu Miyamoto felt a sense of heaviness in his heart.

He had actually guessed something from the woman's reaction, but when he saw the letter and when the matter was confirmed, he still felt very uncomfortable.

I somehow became the foundation for someone to live happily, and gave that person hope for life, even though they didn't have much time left to live...

The child had late-stage lung cancer, and there was no cure. Miyamoto Sei had no way to help the child recover.

In that case, at least...

Miyamoto put the letter away, then clutched the piece of paper Hasegawa Subaru had given him, which contained the address of the hospital where the child was staying.

As his idol, there are some things that only he can do.

"Mr. Hasegawa, I'm leaving this to you!" Miyamoto Sei went directly to Hasegawa Subaru: "I want to go see him and give him a small gift."

Seeing Miyamoto Sei's serious, earnest, and unwavering gaze, Hasegawa Subaru knew that the other party had made a decision, so he nodded: "After the handshake event, I'll have someone... no, I'll go with you."

"Thank you."

"Alright, I'm the theater manager. I'm in charge of arranging your affairs. I'm just doing my job too," Hasegawa Subaru said, pointing outside. "But for now, let's focus on our own work. The handshake event will continue."

"I will." Miyamoto nodded gently, a smile returning to his face, and strode towards his seat.

Chapter 82 Idols and Fans

Inside the hospital, the smell of medicine was unusually strong.

Miyamoto and Subaru were walking together down the hospital corridor, heading towards a place where a fan named Nakamura Yuma was.

The boy, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, lay on the bed with his back against a white pillow. He had very little hair and his face was extremely pale, but even so, he was smiling as he looked at the tablet in his hand.

Miyamoto Sei stood at the door, silent.

Subaru Hasegawa noticed the girl's hesitation. She stood there, unsure of what to do, as if she was still afraid of something.

Even so, he still chose this statement at this moment.

"what happened?"

We simply asked questions, rather than offering advice. The girl's choice was her own, so this time, there was no filming or promotion involved.

"I wonder if he would want to see him like this."

Miyamoto said in a low voice, "If I were a fan of an idol, I would definitely want my idol to see my best side, not the way I am now."

Could my well-intentioned actions put undue pressure on others?

At this moment, standing at this doorway, Miyamoto Sei felt somewhat lost.

"You make the decision yourself. You're an idol, I'm not. This is your choice," Hasegawa Subaru said, continuing to stand aside. "I'm just here to keep you company and prevent any negative news about you from arising."

Subaru Hasegawa did this simply to prevent rumors from circulating that "Nana Miyamoto had private contact with male fans and was alone in a room with them."

"I understand, thank you."

Miyamoto forced a smile and looked inside through the window in the door again. The boy leaned back slightly, and the rhythm of "Hammer of Courage" could be faintly heard coming from the tablet.

He was looking at his idol.

That's why he smiled.

Listening to this music, Miyamoto finally made up his mind. He reached out and gently knocked on the door.

"Please, please come in."

A weak voice came from inside. Miyamoto Sei pushed open the door and went in. Hasegawa Subaru stood in the doorway, leaving the space to his idol and fans.

He only said one sentence.

"Don't take too long."

"Do not worry!"

Miyamoto smiled and then looked at the boy on the bed who still didn't understand what was going on.

"Excuse me, may I ask who you are...?"

He asked with some confusion, wondering who the person who walked in was, and why they were wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat, making it impossible to tell who they were.

But the moment the other person took off their glasses and mask, Nakamura Yuma's previously puzzled eyes widened rapidly, and his mouth opened slightly, trembling gently along with his eyes.

"Seven...Seven-neechan!"

He exclaimed almost without hesitation.

Standing right in front of me, isn't that my favorite idol, Miyamoto Nana?!

To have your idol appear in a hospital, right in front of you, is simply unbelievable...

"Am I...am I dreaming?!"

"No, I've come to see you, my little fan, little brother Nakamura Yuma."

Miyamoto smiled and came to the boy's side. The oppression of the illness and the problem of treatment had made his body different from that of an ordinary boy; he was pale, thin, and sickly.

Just looking at this body gives one a sense of impending old age. Such sorrow is embodied in a boy who is only ten years old, which is truly heartbreaking.

And that's how it happened, and it brought Miyamoto Sei into contact with it.

"Your mom is here to shake my hand on your behalf, but I think you'd probably prefer to shake my hand yourself, right?"

As Miyamoto spoke, he extended his hand and gently grasped the boy's somewhat uneasy hand, which seemed unsure of where to place.

It was somewhat cold and very thin; you could clearly feel its bones when you touched it.

"me……"

Yuma Nakamura stammered, unsure of what to say.

He had fantasized about meeting his favorite idol, but those were just fantasies. Everyone fantasizes, but when the fantasy became reality, he didn't know how to react.

Moreover, he so desperately wished that the person he would meet with Miyamoto Nana was not his present self, but his past self.

He must look terrible now, with little hair and no attractive appearance. If he were to walk outside, he would probably attract disapproving glances from others.

But the person in front of him was just smiling. He had seen that smile on the tablet. She just kept smiling, facing her fans, even when she had a high fever.

Now she stands before me, holding my hand and smiling at me.

Those smiles were gentle and full of encouragement.

She showed no aversion to her current appearance; just looking into her eyes, he felt a powerful force welling up within him.

His idol did not underestimate him!

"I think you are very brave. You can recognize your mistakes and think of apologizing to your mother."

Miyamoto spoke softly, his voice gentle, as if afraid that speaking too loudly would disturb something.

"So keep being brave. I will work hard on stage, and you should also work hard for your life. I can't say things like you will definitely be cured. I think even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."

Miyamoto's words finally made Nakamura Yuma laugh, and he nodded. Although he was still a little nervous, he was much better than at the beginning.

"Sister Qina is right. Even if you said it, I wouldn't believe it because I've checked many times. There's no hope. In my current state, I've only slightly delayed my death."

The reality that everyone knows can no longer be escaped by saying "I won't listen."

If he told the child to believe in miracles and that he would definitely be cured, Miyamoto felt that he was insulting the courage the child had built up.

He doesn't need to hide anything now; he needs to face it!

"Live on with a smile. While you are alive, you are not just yourself. Don't forget your mother."

"She has always been very worried about you. I can see that she looks very haggard. Perhaps you think you are relying on your mother."

"But at the same time, your mother is also relying on you now, so stay with your mother."

"Yes! I'll apologize to Mom, and then stay with her until the very end..."

As Nakamura Yuma spoke, he looked at Miyamoto Sei with a smile.