That day, I seemed to have a nightmare during the daytime.

At a large table on the first floor of the studio, I sat on one side. And Patrick sat on the other side.

To prevent him from finding out that I had stayed up all night, I drank two cups of coffee in a row. By noon, although my eyes were open, my brain was almost out of function.

With a mouse in my hands, I clicked on the computer screen haphazardly.

In the end, I couldn't hold on any longer. Looking up at Ji Patrick and seeing that he was concentrating on his work, I rested on the...