BLINDED BY LOVE

SIGNIFICANT CHANGE

The driver quietly left.

There were only two people left in the car, with raindrops pattering on the window outside.

A faint sandalwood scent permeated the air, the fragrance of Pon’s perfume, especially cool and dark on this cold rainy night.

The dome light in the backseat was turned on, casting a faint glow on Pon’s face.

Those eyes, seemingly smiling yet not, were like a deep pool in the depths of a forest, with a hint of a faint blue color, cold and beautiful.

Sailub couldn’t help but think to himself.

The changes in Pon from his youth were indeed significant.

He had never imagined such a cold expression would appear on Pon’s face.

The warm and sunny young man who used to lean on him, cry and say he liked him, had now grown up to be like a shining long knife, with a hint of indifference in his eyes, carrying a faint ridicule as he looked at him.

This gaze scorched Sailub’s skin inch by inch, making every part of him ache.

But his gaze couldn’t help but linger on Pon’s hair and fingertips.

The person he had only seen on TV, in reports, and in dreams, was now vividly before his eyes.

Even if someone told him it was a trap coated in sugar frosting, he would still jump into it without hesitation.

There was silence in the car for a long time.

The faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, soft and affectionate, yet like a soul-binding lock, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, Sailub spoke first.

“What do you want to talk to me about?”

What to talk about?

Pon chuckled softly, looking out the window with an inscrutable expression.

Yes, what to talk about?

Former lovers could catch up, but he and Sailub hadn’t even made it past the probation period.

Insisting on carrying the title of “first love” seemed a bit inappropriate.

His voice was low and hoarse, surprisingly calm as he said softly, “When I saw you just now, I thought I was seeing things. I always knew that the great painter Sailub was you, but it always felt unreal. Now that I’ve seen you today, I realize it’s actually true. Life is indeed unpredictable.”

Eight years ago, when he met Sailub, Sailub was just a poor boy with nothing, renting a dimly lit apartment, working in restaurants and bars, with calluses on his fingers from life’s hardships.

Who would have thought that eight years later, this person would undergo such a transformation and become a celebrity walking the red carpet.

Fate is indeed strange.

He smiled, the alcohol he drank finally seemed to take effect, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He asked Sailub, “Speaking of which, do I deserve some credit for your success? If it weren’t for exchanging me for a house and cash back then, how would you have had the initial startup capital?”

He joked with Sailub as if casually, “How’s that house? Are you used to living in it? Although three million in cash may just be a drop in the bucket compared to your current net worth, it should be enough for you to live worry-free. Think about it, don’t I deserve some gratitude from you?”