TO SHOU WITH LOVE

111 - I WANNA DO IT

Sailub's cry seemed to replenish all the tears he had missed in the past four years.

For all these years, he had never shed a tear for this matter because he knew it wouldn't help.

Even if he let out his emotions, he would still have to face this issue.

So, he pretended nothing was wrong, allowing them to ferment and expand ceaselessly in his chest.

And now, they all turned into tears, continuously pouring out.

Thanapon's shoulder quickly became soaked with tears, and the tears seeped into the cotton jacket and sweater, leaving moist and warm marks on his skin.

In the speakers, the song "Fall Into My Dream" had reached its conclusion.

After a brief pause of a few seconds, another song started, an equally familiar melody for Sailub.

Different from the previous "Fall Into My Dream," after the prelude, Thanapon's harmonies started again.

Maintaining his slightly lower voice, Thanapon continued to support him like a stable cloud.

One song after another played, and Sailub's emotions gradually calmed down, and the tears gradually stopped.

"So you've been recording songs these past few days." His voice was slightly hoarse, "Is that why you didn't come back one night? Because you were recording these songs?"

He now understood why Thanapon's voice sounded a bit hoarse and why he immediately wanted to drink peppermint water when he came back-he initially thought it was because Thanapon caught a cold.

"Yeah," Thanapon helped him up from his shoulder, "Originally, I wanted to finish recording all the songs you've sung before bringing you here, but even after recording for three nights, I still couldn't finish."

"I've sung more than 70 songs," Sailub said with a choked voice.

"I know, 73 songs, plus the covers, a total of 91."

"Recording all of them will ruin your voice."

"It's okay," Thanapon dismissed it casually, "It'll be fine after some rest."

"It's not that simple," Sailub tried to make his voice sound steadier, "The consequences of vocal cord damage can be severe. You might not be able to sing in the future."

"It really is okay," Thanapon used his fingers to push back Sailub's hair, revealing his tear-soaked eyes, "I just want you to know that I can sing every one of your songs. I can match all your vocal ranges, understand each of your breaths clearly. I can stand with you on stage, using my voice to support you, listening together to every rhythm and beat. Even if you suddenly encounter a problem, I can immediately catch you, so you won't feel helpless on stage."

"Sailub Hemmawich, I'll support you," Thanapon looked into his eyes earnestly, "You can trust me unconditionally."

Thanapon's eyes were so close, Sailub could see the glint in his deep black pupils.

He didn't know how Thanapon could go to such lengths for him, especially after he had hurt Thanapon with his words.

Even more, he didn't understand how someone like himself, who held absolute pessimism towards emotions, could encounter such a pure and intense affection.

How could he have been so conflicted about whether Thanapon's feelings for him had changed during these days when Thanapon had been recording songs for him day and night?

The tears that had just stopped suddenly flowed more fiercely, this time silently and tumultuously.

Large tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, streaming down his cheeks.