COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 34

It was late at night but the courtyard of the Kitjaruwannakul's family was brightly lit.

Pon logged in to Weibo with his computer, with real-time alerts for new messages in the bottom right corner.

If he was not careful and clicked on them, the endless questions and verbal abuse jumping to his eyes would overwhelm him.

It was very difficult to find Dora-Hum-Hum’s message among them.

Words like “plagiarism”, ‘shameless’, and “come out to apologize” hit like bullets.

Pon couldn’t bear it.

Subconsciously trying to hide, he covered his eyes and slumped on the table.

Sammy had to call out several times when she came in to bring the sweet soup, before he slowly lifted his head.

“Right, I have a mobile phone.”

With a fluster, he turned to the bed and rummaged there.

An hour ago, Pon was lying in bed ready to go to sleep, opening Weibo to say good night to Dora-Hum-Hum.

Before he could click on the dialog box, he was stunned by a three-digit number of new mentions.

Since he opened Weibo, the number of The Boyish Painter’s fans just exceeded a thousand so far. Usually, the most likes and comments for his published works he had received were in the double digits.

He didn’t expect that the first time he received so many new alerts would be because of suspected plagiarism.

Benz, who was still in S City, was very anxious when he saw Weibo.

When he said on the phone that he wanted to come back, Pon stopped him, saying, “No, you finally went out, come back after you have enough fun.”

“What fun, they are bullying my brother.”

Benz huffed and puffed, “Plagiarism? Empty words won’t kill him, wait for me to find someone to report him!”

Anyway, he was persuaded not to rush back overnight. When Pon clicked on Weibo with his mobile phone, he found that his hands were still shaking and there were dark stains floating before his eyes, so he failed to press the button several times.

Only after turning off strangers’ private messages and comments according to Benz’s instructions and blocking Weibo mention alerts did the world finally return to silence.

“Come, have a sip of soup first.”

Sammy felt terribly distressed when she saw her son’s pale face and cold sweat covering his forehead.

She didn’t understand Weibo or anything, so the only way she could help was to stay with her son and feed Pon soup, spoon by spoon.

Pon couldn’t actually drink it but fearing that his mother would be worried, he reluctantly took a few sips.

As soon as he drank a small bowl, he vomited it all out.

As he sat next to the toilet, his physiological tears fell into the sewer with the filth.

Pon desperately yanked the paper to wipe his dirty face. Even though he was a mess, he was still thinking about comforting Sammy, “I, I’m fine, the soup, wait a minute, I’ll drink it… It’s not that Mom’s cooking is bad.”

Sammy looked at him with her eyes red, stepped forward and hugged his shoulders, patting him lightly on the back: “It’s okay, it’s okay if you don’t drink it, it’s okay. If you don’t draw in the future, it’s okay, our family is still fine.”