In the past two days, discussions about "Sailub Hemmawich ceasing to sing" on the internet have only intensified, carrying a strong sense of condemnation.
However, no one can clearly state the ultimate goal of this condemnation.
The sound of "The number you dialed is switched off" came through the phone receiver.
Standing at the doorstep of Sailub's house, Thanapon ended the call.
He raised his hand and pressed Sailub's doorbell again, but there was complete silence inside, no response whatsoever.
Where did Sailub go?
Thanaponi had no clue.
He had come to see Sailub several times in the past two days, but the results were all the same.
This morning, he even met the cleaning auntie who mentioned that Sailub hadn't been home these past two days.
He had also visited the hospital, found the doctor, Benz, who had treated Sailub when he had a fever last time, hoping to get information about Sailub's condition.
However, Dr. Benz showed no intention of disclosing information, stating it was patient privacy, and he had no authority to reveal it.
Thanapon realized how little he knew about Sailub.
Despite listening to all of Sailub's songs and remembering the sheet music for each one, when it came to Sailub's past, he could only piece together some speculative information from bits and pieces on the internet.
It seemed that Sailub had no intention of telling him about these things.
Two days ago, he had tried to gently inquire, but Sailub was evidently resistant.
Thanapon could understand Sailub's state because he had been like that before, resisting anyone trying to understand his life.
If he didn't want to talk, no one could get any information out of him.
In some sense, their personalities were quite similar.
Thanapon remembered a month ago when Sailub asked him why he didn't avoid Uncle Max.
At that time, he was also extremely irritable, just wanting Sailub to shut up and not meddle in his business.
Now, the roles were reversed.
The one persistently asking questions was him, and the one not willing to speak was Sailub.
How should he put it... it was like a tit for tat?
Thanapon thought with a touch of self-mockery.
Regardless, he needed to find Sailub, understand what happened in the past, and then think about whether there was any way he could help.
Keeping everything bottled up inside oneself wasn't good.
As night fell, the streetlights around lit up.
Having taken leave specifically for tonight, Thanapon planned to visit Sailub's studio first.
He remembered the address of Sailub's studio from the contract he had signed before.
Putting away his phone, he turned and walked down a few steps.
As he lifted his eyes, he saw a black sedan approaching not far away.
The car stopped below the steps, the door opened, and a person walked down-it was Way.
Thanapon frowned at the sight of him.
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
