COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 49

Pon didn’t make a sound, Sailub turned on the car stereo and under the sound of soothing music asked him where he was going in the afternoon.

“The Art Association.”Pon said laconically.

The place was very close to here, Sailub drove quickly and arrived within half an hour.

When Sailub asked when he should pick him up, Pon said, “No need, I’ll go back by myself.”
Walking on the promenade of the Art Association compound, Pon thought that for the next four months, Sailub must not be actively provoked again.

It would be better not to speak at all. Who knows where this guy had learned those skills. He would not only comfort himself but also twist other people’s words to cheer himself up.

A simple sentence could be interpreted by him to have a false meaning.

Once upon a time it was clearly not like this, he had all the wind and all the rain he wanted, and there was no need to give himself a shot of anaesthesia through this commoner’s method of spiritual triumph.

Pon found that the frequency of comparing the two lifetimes had increased recently, and he even began to wonder whether he really had no other meaning when he said those words, such as subconsciously expressing concern.

This thought made Pon feel terrified. An art exchange meeting was being held in the Art Association building.

Aonn was not there. After listening to the lecture, he walked to the corner and sat down, holding a disposable cup in a daze.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

A voice sounded in his ear, and Pon said, “You can sit” without thinking.

When the man really sat down in the vacant seat next to him, Pon glanced sideways and was stunned.

The man smiled and stretched out his hand, “Hello, my name is Way Supanut.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, Pon shook his hand, “My name is Thanapon Kitjaruwannakul.”

This was an exchange meeting for those who loved art, and there was nothing out of the ordinary to meet him here.

Pon thought about it, took a sip of water and tried to slow down his heartbeat that was beating too fast since he heard his name.

This was the second time he had heard Way’s name. The first time was in his previous life. He heard from others what an outstanding man Way Supanut was and how much Sailub couldn’t forget him.

Pon was ashamed of himself but at the same time, he still held hope in his heart. He thought that it was all a thing of the past.

Sailub had already married him and would slowly forget the first love that ended in failure.

As a result, it turned out he was too optimistic.

Looking at those three years, when was Sailub not angry at him because of the regrets that failed to materialize?

Even the pitiful tenderness at the time of intimacy was based on the similarity.

Looking at the man sitting next to him, Pon found that he did have many similarities.

He had the same amber irises, the same upturned nose, the same lips with a wavy curve when he was not speaking, even the line from the jaw to the neck was similar to the one he could see in the mirror.

No wonder Sailub was able to have sex with him back then, Pon thought self-deprecatingly.

At that time, he called making love playing games because of his shyness.