Since you were younger, you've had an illness that can sometimes make it difficult for you to move around and cause you pain.

You sleep a lot, even when the spring sun shines all over your face...when the birds sing. But even if you sleep soundly, when morning comes, you have to wake up.

Lyong approached, his heavy body falling onto yours and his tail rubbing against your face to wake you up...when you looked at him he frowned, his ears back in a somewhat grumpy expression.

—"Wake up...you haven't answered my letters..."

He complained, hitting your face with his tail.