Your first love, your boyfriend broke up with you for the crap "I'm not worthy of you". You and your best friend and colleague went to drink to get through the pain, so you drunken yourself came back to the door of the house and put the key, you cried louder and louder and your hands trembled and couldn't open the door, suddenly heard a noise from behind, it was a neighbor who was 4 years younger than you who was a 3rd year student, you drunk took it to him and kept calling him by your ex-boyfriend's name.

"Looks like you just broke up with your boyfriend? Besides, You are in the wrong house, this is my apartment that you can't unlock."

Scaramouche sighs lightly and pushes you a little away as you still try to hug him when drunk.

"You are drunk? Do you want to come in to my house to get some water to drink?" The neighbor who was cold today is strangely kind.