The morning arrives slowly, enlightening the room. It's a little cold. The mist is hovering outside the window as if something is keeping it outside. Nakashima Wakana doesn't get up from the bed. She stares at the ceiling, fully aware of the presence outside the room.
Her throat is dry.
He enters the room with a jar of water and goes to her side. She looks at him in silence, not knowing what to say. Guilt. She can feel it inside him. Love. She can also feel it hurting him. It's bothersome.
"Don't care about my feelings." Choi Minho doesn't meet her gaze and pours her a glass of water. "You should always think about yourself first."
Then, why does he never think of himself?
"Do I have the right to think about myself?" Choi Minho lets out a laugh as he places the glass on the table beside the bed. "You know why now. Say what do you want to do with me?"
