COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 19

The body under his palms trembled violently.

Sailub held his breath, not daring to miss the slightest reaction from the opponent.

His heart that had been silent for a long time began to beat happily.

He stepped forward and asked for the final confirmation in a hoarse voice, "PonPon, is that you?"

The man held by him seemed to be stunned. After a while, he blinked a few times.

With the fluttering of his eyelashes, the panic in his eyes dissipated, as if it had never existed and it was Sailub who misinterpreted it.

He shook his head, then shook it again, then backed away, trying to get out of Sailub's grip.

This reaction instantly extinguished the fire in Sailub's heart.

He didn't give up, raised his hand again and tried to pull off the mask on the man's face anyway.

He didn't expect the man who had been silent until now to resist violently, twisting away and struggling desperately, but the difference in strength was too great and he could only free one arm.

He immediately raised his hand to cover his face and pressed his palm to the mask, undeniably resisting Sailub's touch, "I... I am not."

The voice sounding through the mask was muffled, Sailub didn't have time to listen carefully as all his attention was attracted by the raised hand.

It was the right hand, the hand of an artist, the fingers long and thin. The back of the hand was clean and there was no trace of burn on it.

In the quiet atmosphere of the painting exhibition, the episode that didn't attract much attention ended quietly.

Thinking back about that scene, Michael couldn't figure out what kind of madness Sailub was suffering from and was a little impatient with his recent unusual behaviour, "It was your idea to look at the exhibition properly, did you come here to go crazy? What's wrong with you? It's just a dead man, didn't you want him to..."

Way next to him reacted quickly, touched Michael and motioned for him to stop talking with his eyes.

"It's my fault. I thought it would be a good idea to invite you to the exhibition in these circumstances, thinking it would make you feel better."

Way said to Sailub, "Why don't you two go back first? There are a few paintings here that will be put on display in the City Art Museum for a long time. You can come to look at them another time."

After walking out of the venue and getting in the car, Michael started the engine and made a call.

When he learned that the friend he mentioned before had also left the venue early for some reason, he slammed the steering wheel and cursed, "What's going on?"

Halfway through the ride, his irritability was dissipated in the cold wind and he accosted Sailub, who was sitting in co-pilot: "Master Crazy, shall we go clubbing or bar-hopping next?"

Say hadn't said a word since he came out, but after recovering, he only replied lightly, "Airport."

Michael couldn't believe it, "Back to S City again?"

Sailub said "En".

At the red light, Michael turned to look at Sailub and said in confusion, "Wait a minute, what the h*ll is going on? I saw you eating and sleeping normally and I thought everything was back on track. Who knew that once you make a noise, it'd be a boom. Would you take a person on the road that wants to go home with... No, wait, who told me before that the marriage contract would be terminated as soon as you'd become economically independent and would never talk of that fool again? His death is not your responsibility. Otherwise, even if your family had the ability to cover the sky with one hand, you'd have to go to jail. Now that you are like this, I really don't understand. Did you run into something evil or were you bewitched?"