COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 33

He should have gone along with this snide reply and asked “Do fireworks count as flowers?”

But Pon looked at this word with a smile frozen on his lips, not really interested in joking.

Of the countless promises made in his previous life, fireworks was the one that made quite an impression on him, as it was his birthday wish for three consecutive years.

In the first year, not long after they had their wedding and started living together, Sailub happened to be out of work for a while. Under the strict supervision of both families, he had to stay at home all day and stare at Pon.

It was not that they hadn’t thought about finding common topics, but what could a normal person talk about with a fool? If you can’t have a conversation, they could only go to bed to communicate.

During that time, the two of them did it almost every day. Sailub had just developed a strong sexual appetite, often making Pon’s back sore and legs too weak to get out of bed. His birthday was spent in bed in a daze.

The next year, it coincided with Sailub’s filming on site and Pon made a cake for him.

In the crowd of fans visiting the site, he was squeezed, pushed and almost fell.

After he was taken to the crew lounge by the assistant, Sailub scolded him, asking if he was crazy.

Running here instead of staying at home, what if someone found out?

Pon knew that he was in the wrong but couldn’t restrain the grievances in his heart, so he hugged the cake and left.

He didn’t go far, for fear that Sailub would not find him. He squatted at the back door of the hotel where Sailub was staying.

His birthday was at the end of winter and it was still very cold that day.

By the time Sailub returned from work and carried him into the hotel, he was so cold he couldn’t speak clearly.

His birthday had long passed and the cake had been squashed beyond recognition.

In the third year, Pon learned to be smart.

Since the city banned fireworks and firecrackers, he booked a hotel somewhere in a foreign country, inquired in advance where fireworks were sold and was prepared to buy them as soon as he got there.

But before the trip, it rained and rained and even hailed, so all the flights to the place were cancelled and the plan was ruined again.

At that time, Sailub teased him about the matter, “I don’t think you will ever successfully prepare for a trip in your life.”

Seeing that his eyes were red and he was about to cry again, he changed his tone and said perfunctorily, “Forget it, it’s better to leave it to someone else in the future, don’t waste your time making your own arrangements.”

In retrospect, this was true. Later on, he made another plan before Sailub's birthday, only to have an accident happen to him before he could fulfill it.

Pon smiled helplessly, wondering whether he should be happy for his improving memory or sad that God felt that he and Sailub were not suitable for each other and desperately prevented them from being together.

When he was a fool, these things were the only things he knew that could be called romantic.

Now they didn’t seem to be anything special, just ordinary things that every couple experienced.

Even though they hadn’t done it, Sailub must have done it with that other man, maybe more than once.

Pon took a deep breath, regained his senses and replied as quickly as possible:
Yes, no problem 👌