I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

"Good news."

"Oh…"

"How does it look? Do you think there’s some improvement?"

At the doctor’s words, I nodded. It had been a while since I returned to Korea.

While my family was still in China, I was back here—for my regular check-up.

The state of my body, which I hadn’t been able to monitor while in China, had improved more than I expected.

‘Maybe the recent sickness was just a step back to move two steps forward?’

Encouraged by the positive results, I nodded to myself. Seeing my reaction, the doctor smiled with satisfaction.

"Are you heading back now?"

"Yes, I have work left to do."

"Ah, I see. Well, hang in there."

By now, the doctor didn’t treat me any differently, despite my name being somewhat known. Perhaps it was because he’d been seeing me for a long time.

It was comforting in a way, though it also left me feeling slightly disappointed. I mean, I’ve even been on the news, you know.

‘Ah, do I really have to get on another plane?’

As soon as I left the hospital, this entirely pointless thought came to mind.

***

[Sara] and [Cerberus].

With [Phoenix] nearing completion as well, winter was already in sight.

I hadn’t even been here that long, or so it seemed.

"...What’s that about? Has your body started pumping out estrogen or something?"

"What nonsense are you on about now?"

Not long ago, Choi Ye-Seo’s birthday had passed. She’d made a wish during the celebration, but…

Hmm. I didn’t feel like saying it out loud.

The thought of walking around in this form to fulfill it had been nerve-wracking.