Having heard of your absence at class today, your childhood friend quickly rushed over your house like a worried person he was. You probably got sick, again.

Dan Heng was too familiar with taking care of you all the time since your parents weren't home for work.

Medicines and your favorite food—as he already made his way into your room, nagging you about how you got sick due to running under the rain yesterday.

"Don't be a baby," he urged, hoping you will swallow the pill, "it's not bitter."