COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 29

Had he not known him well enough, Pon would have thought he did it on purpose.

Making him leave would not only seem very rude, but also would admit the suspicion “I am Pon”. Not making him leave was tantamount to acquiescing in disguise that he could continue to haunt him. In short, there was no correct way to respond.

Pon couldn’t make up his mind. He hesitated for a while but before he could answer, the two who went to buy drinks came back.

“Four bottles of exactly the same mineral water, don’t pick and choose.”

Aonn distributed them one by one, went to Pon’s side, looked at Sailub who was standing there, and then turned to look at him, “What did you two talk about just now? Why don’t you keep talking?”

“Nothing.” Pon unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big sip.

The four of them continued to walk together.

The second half of the road was slightly more difficult to walk. The stone slab road was paved only halfway up the mountain. There were fewer tourists here.

Most people stopped at the platform just now. There was an open view and a large green area in the sunlight, a perfect location for either watching the scenery or having a picnic and relaxing.

However, Aonn said that if you started climbing, you had to go to the top of the mountain, otherwise it didn’t count as having been here.

Pon also didn’t want to have a picnic, so he continued to climb even though his legs were already soft.

The mud path seemed to have been made by people who had gone up the mountain before.

It had steep twists and turns, some parts of it were high and some were low.

Without Aonn, he might not have been able to climb up some places at all.

They found it difficult to walk and the people behind them were naturally out of breath.

Michael yelled non-stop that he couldn’t climb anymore.

Pon saw Aonn turn his head frequently, looking helpless, and said, “You go back, I can climb alone.”

Aonn quickly said “I’ll be right back” and rushed back along the path.

Pon looked up at the road ahead, silently cheering himself up. He clutched the backpack straps on his shoulders and kept climbing.

It turned out that it was fine to be alone. When he saw he would reach the highest point after another section of the path, Pon could no longer hear the voices behind him.

He wanted to wait for them for a while, but when he thought that Sailub was also there, he changed his mind, thinking that he could just as well wait for them at the top of the mountain where there had to be some people to strengthen his courage.

Only when he reached the top of the mountain did he find that there was no one there.

A platform for tourists among the green trees was empty.

Pon climbed up and leaned against the railing to look around.

He found that the scenery here was beautiful. He glanced over the mountains, rocks and vegetation and could see the azure sea in the distance.

He put down his backpack and sat on a low stone by the railing.

The mountain breeze dried the sweat on his forehead. He stretched out his hands and let the cool breeze pass through his fingers and brush his palms.