Chapter 16 : Or is it just an excuse?
Phawis once thought he would be numb, but there are some things that the heart never really numbs.
Everyone who knows him thinks that he is a person who is born with everything. Whether it is family, status, appearance or education, everything is no less than anyone else. On the contrary, many people are jealous of him. I criticize his luck, and sometimes I can't help but wonder whether he looks too gorgeous on the outside but is actually corroded and tattered on the inside.
If his heart had really become accustomed and numb, he would never plunge himself into such an abyss again.
Knowing that there is no way out but throwing yourself into the abyss is like knowing in your heart what the other person will answer but still asking the question.
I have to take responsibility...I got it.
"Can you help me say something more pleasant?" Win smiled, looked at the man whose face was as expressionless as if it was coated with cement, then laughed in his throat, slowly shook his head, and looked at the man who was as straight as a ruler. He replied with a look of helplessness.
"Didn't Kin ask you to be better when talking to your master?"
"I just answered the questions Master Win asked truthfully."
The two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and then Win nodded slowly:
"What if I order you to worry about me?"
"If that's an order."
Panachai's answer seemed to be saying that if he said it, he was just following orders. His sharp eyes did not reveal any clues, just like Win's own wavering that faded away and disappeared after hearing the word "responsibility". . The stares between the two were calm and without any disturbance, but they made it impossible for each to read the other's feelings.
The atmosphere looked like a tiger and a lion competing.
"Hey," Win was the one who sighed and looked away first. But it does not mean surrender.
"You know what? I'm not in the mood to play with you now. My whole body is swollen and painful."
"...Do you want me to call the doctor?" Chai seemed to say something, but the tall man was silent and then talked about another thing. He walked up and wanted to press the button to call the doctor, but he stopped. Win shook his head. Then the person on the bed... grabbed his wrist:
"My wound hurts."
"Then I..."
"No, I don't need a doctor." The fingers that grasped the strong wrist moved softly to the edge of the shirt sleeve, and the beautiful pair of sharp eyes glanced up as if they knew which angle was the best. Although her face was much paler than before, it didn't make the young model's appearance look any less pale.
On the contrary, his face, which looked paler than usual, made those who looked at him feel... easy to bully.
"Then I'm going to get some painkillers."
"You know... I don't want to take medicine." Win moved his sleeves higher and raised his neck slightly.
"Then what does Master Win want? I'll find it for you." Panachai still insisted on performing the assigned duties. The listener should have stopped, but Win meaningfully grabbed his big hand and pinched the area that was swollen from dealing with the gangsters with his bare hands. Obviously, the tall man had not let the doctor see the wound.
