Hate is a complex concept. And Bang Chan was quick to say that he hated her. He ended up sitting on the floor next to her bed, squeezing her hand. And she slowly fell asleep. He kissed her fingers and knuckles. Each time he pressed his cheek to her hand. No, this is not hatred. This is terribly painful love. He brought her home after the party, put her to bed and now watched her. And she didn't talk to him. At least that's what she thought. Because she was drunk. He exhaled and muttered.

“Go to bed, you have a lecture tomorrow. Me too".