Jeje visited Nana, he was on the left side of the bed where Nana was lying. I don't know who shot. In fact, at first Jeje wanted to shoot Nana in another sense. Expressing love, that's what it means. However, who could have guessed fate? In fact, it suddenly became a gunshot. It's real! Nana was really shot by a gun, not shot by Jeje's declaration of love.
Jeje had no intention of shooting Nana, he could swear to God that it wasn't Jeje who harmed Nana. Where could that happen. Jeje doesn't like shooting, but likes to stab. That's not even with a knife, thought Jeje, whose hormones are racing at this age.
"Nana-chan, wake up!"
Jeje tightly gripped Nana's hand which was wrapped in a small tube in her finger. He didn't know that there was another hand on the other side that wasn't wrapped in a hose. Even if he knew, he would still hold onto the entangled. Know why? Because he is Kim Jeje.
