An was a really neat and pretty girl, and you? You weren't anything big, you were messy and clumsy, but An was still a little jealous of your freedom.

She saw you walking the streets often, always causing trouble, and every now and then you would climb up to the window of her house to talk. An was very prim and busy, and you weren't that close, although you tried your best.

One day, you were sitting at the window of An's room.

"Why do you insist on coming here? I'm busy." She said.