Noel glanced at him and sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"They look cute, optimistic, and happy, right?" Noel sighed. "They are like blank sheets of paper, unstained by any traces, and completely unpolluted by this world."
"They really don't realize what such a world means," said Su Ming'an.
"I don't envy them, to be honest," Noel said.
"how?"
"...In fact, most of these children are children whose parents were not selected to play the game," Noel said, "or they are children who have completely lost contact with their parents and cannot find any relatives, and were picked up from the street."
"Lost contact?" Su Mingan was a little surprised.
"Well, no one knows what happened to their parents. Logically, as long as they are selected into the game, they can be contacted. The United Group has a special children's rescue association, and there are also groups and organizations that help contact relatives. There is also a special section for finding relatives on the World Forum." Noel said: "Even in such a world... people can't do without the care of family. Children miss their parents, parents look for their children... and when they can't contact each other, it may be that one of them chose to commit suicide, became a special identity, or had a mental breakdown and fell into madness..."
Su Mingan remained silent.
"I don't know what the game wants to do by choosing these kids to come in." Noel sighed, "Many of them didn't even fully understand the meaning of the words spoken at the opening ceremony. Some of them can't even speak or walk upright... and they have all experienced death at least once before coming here."
"Every time I see them, it's hard for me to imagine how helpless and painful the death they experienced brought them."
"They are a group that is 'ignored by the public', and their pain is only seen by a few people."
After a moment of silence, Su Mingan spoke:
“…People tend to only see what they want to see.”
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