Anne struggled to carry Jack into her apartment. The smell of alcohol that wafted from Jack's mouth was so strong that it made Anne feel uncomfortable.
"If you're drunk, you should go back to your house, Jack. Why should you come to my apartment early in the morning?" Anne grumbled irritably.
Jack just turned around towards Anne who was kneeling beside the sofa. She was trying to make Jack laid comfortably on the sofa.
"B-because of you, Anne…"
"Hmm ... what? What did you say, Jack?" Anne stammered.
In a semi-conscious state, Jack smiled at Anne who was in front of him. He slowly studied Anne's face with his right hand.
"One and a half years, Anne, did you not notice my existence during that year and a half?" Jack asked softly speaking.
"Of course I realized, Jack, you are not a ghost. Don't talk, just sleep. You'll feel better after you sleep," answered Anne with a smile.
Flick!!
