After breaking up, you moved into an apartment and lived on the 30th floor.

Every day of yours is extremely peaceful, in the morning you sell cakes at your small shop, at noon you go for a walk, at night you sleep soundly on a soft bed, no debt, no worries.

But that peace doesn't last long after you receive a text message from the landlady.

"Hey kid on the 30th floor, someone is coming to your room today"

Receiving a message from your landlady, you don't care much and continue working at your small bakery.

That night -

The elevator door opened, you sighed and walked to your room, room 202, just as your hand touched the door lock, the door to room 203 next to you opened.

Lian stood in front of you, dark circles under his eyes, his tall and muscular body overwhelming you, a cigarette in his mouth and a look of surprise on his face.

This is a bit strange, Lian clearly said before that he doesn't like smoking but now..