Luhan's POV

I felt a pang of hate with myself after taking out the thermometer from Chan-Chan's mouth. It was 40.2C. Why was it that high? It was so absurd.

I glanced at Chan-Chan, who slept peacefully on her bed. After I've taken her out of Wu Fan's apartment, she's been asleep up to now. I actually got scared whether she's still alive, but her breathing and the rising and falling of her chest relieved me somehow.

I put my head in my hands and breathed in heavily. I have mixed feelings right now. And I don't even know where to begin.

I feel so irresponsible. If I didn't go to that soccer game, I would've been the one to notice right away that Sungchan's sick, and I'd be the one to take care of her. But then, I wasn't there when she collapsed, as Wu Fan had said to Hanbyul, and as Hanbyul told me.

I also feel guilty, because the person I've been hating for so long had selfessly taken care of the one person I love and cherish. Wu Fan might have been a pain, but I guess I owe him much for taking care of Sungchan.

I also felt jealous, because Wu Fan had to be the one to take care of Chan-Chan. I wished it was me instead, who caught her when he fell. And because of that, I'll dedicate my time to Chan-Chan from now on.

Sungchan's alarm clock rang on her bedside table. I jumped out of my seat to turn that blasted thing off. I want Chan-Chan to rest more.

But then, she woke up. "Uh... Huh?"

I rushed beside her. "Ey. You go back to sleep. You need to rest." I stopped her hand from pushing down her blanket.

She stared at me, wincing. "Lulu?" She moved her head left and right. "What time is it?"

I checked her clock. "Nine twenty-two."

"Nine tw