COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 42

When they got home at night, there was no one around. Benz looked everywhere in the front and back of the courtyard, making sure that no one was hiding there to jump into the house, “Okay, brother, you can continue to paint in the courtyard."

Pon glanced at him before he realized what he had said, scratched his head embarrassedly, and added, “Last year, he used to wander around outside the door. Later, I started to help him give gifts, and he left… I swear, I will never help him again!”

Pon could actually guess that this was the case, otherwise he couldn’t explain why every gift he got was exactly something he needed or something that felt close to his heart.

After he accepted both Benz’s apology and his oath, everything was resolved, however, Pon didn’t feel relaxed.

Late at night, he was lying on the bed tossing and turning, facing the window and looking at the courtyard wall under the streetlamp.

Whether he opened his eyes or closed his eyes tightly, the figure hovering under the wall was always lingering in front of him.

For a while, the man stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded, and then he slowly lowered his head and squatted down.

The sky was huge outside, but the man stubbornly stayed outside the courtyard and refused to leave.

His shoulders were hunched and his body exhausted. If you looked closer, you could see his face was the same as that during the day.

His eyes were hollow and his pupils dim. The aura of bouquets and applause that always surrounded him seemed to evaporate without a trace.

The next morning, he saw the news that “Sailub Hemmawich returned to the crew late at night, suspected of breach of contract” in Weibo headlines, but Pon didn’t really feel that he had left.

The man often made headlines on hot searches, maybe it was a gimmick to build momentum for a movie.

Pon slid over the news, cut to the notification interface and clicked on a certain dialog box from habit.

After scanning around and not finding anything, he realized that the present was different from the past.

Then he lowered his eyes and logged out of Weibo absent-mindedly.

Habits always penetrate into your life silently, and inadvertently fill every inch of the available space.

But since a habit can be cultivated, it can definitely be changed too.

All it takes is time.

With this idea in mind, Pon got busy again. The only thing he had to think about every day was how to fill the gap in his time with other life chores, so that he was too busy to remember anything and no one can invade his dreams.

It might not seem easy, but it was not very difficult to do. Besides, there was a stroke of bad luck.

With Sammy fainting and being hospitalized due to a sudden heart attack and her life rescued at the last moment, Pon both had to catch up with his drafts and go to the hospital to look after his mother.

Life suddenly became busy, even his sleep time was cut short.

There was no history of heart disease in Sammy’s family.

The doctor said that her sudden symptoms were caused by excessive sadness and overwork.

She fainted in the studio that day, still tightly holding in her hand the painting of the Kitjaruwannakul family courtyard left by Thanapon Kitjaruwannakul.