Prosperity had always been synonymous with Bangkok city.
Feasting and pleasure-seeking, bustling with heavy traffic, dazzling neon lights and soft nights scene intertwined together, and the bustling crowds were flowing like tides, circulating in every corner of the city.
Reungroj family and Sangpotirat family were well-known family enterprises in the city.
One-quarter of the real estate enterprises in this glamorous city was under the name of Reungroj and the Sangpotirat was a big jewelry dealer. To say there were vast wealth were not too much but everything that seemed to be blissful and happy was killed by the ruthless fate. The Reungroj family was old when they had a child. The head master's wife was 38 years old when she convinced her first child, she suffered from major bleeding during the dystocia. Even though Master Reungroj mobilized the city's famous doctors to rescue her, they eventually lost a life and left only an Alpha son.
Master Reungroj lost his wife and he loved his only son so dearly like his life. He named him Singto Prachaya, that meant lion as he wished his only son would be strong and powerful as the king of jungle. He treated his son like his heart flesh, pouring all his efforts and meticulous care to train him to be an heir.
Singto also did not disappoint his father. He had always been smart and intelligent since he was a child. He was wise and quick. His every movement showed a responsibility demeanor and were always steady in front of people. With an exception to one person, in front of that person, Singto was never stingy with his own smile.
Sangpotirat family's second son, Kit, was born with a pair of beautiful dimples hanging on his white face, and he smiled at anyone. A pair of big eyes that shined like stars, every moment bringing an elf-like loveliness and liveliness. Such an Alpha, Singto, after the first sight, he could never forget this beautiful omega.
The first time he went to Sangpotirat's mansion, Singto, who was only 12 year-old, changed his usual little adult's mature appearance. He only followed the 8 year-old Kit to wherever he went. Kit was not annoyed at all. The jade-like eyes looked at Singto, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was like a crescent moon. He passionately pulled him into the yard and ran all around. The golden retriever he raised hanged its tongue out and followed the two, intimately pounced on them and made a puddle of saliva on their faces. The air was filled with the pure laughter of these two people, and the sun shone on the grass, reflecting two small innocent figures, it was calm and beautiful.
In a large and dark room on the third floor of Sangpotirat's house, a small and thin figure stood in front of the window, staring intently at the unfettered two people in the sun.
The 10 year-old Krist held the big turtle doll in his hand and tightened his grasp a little at the doll, the palm of his hand was covered with a layer of sweat.
Compared to the peer of the same age, he had a prominent petite build, as if there was a lack of sunshine shining on his sickly pale color.
From the time he could remember, the family only had a father who was only busy with his career that leaves early but come back late and his mother who quietly waited for his father to return home as well as some robot like attendants who were always silent.
The vast, empty courtyards were like a cemetery built in the bustling city, never compatible with the exuberance of the outside. With no one accompany, Krist always played with toys around him. The room were full with his cherished doll. When he was alone, maybe he will burst forth with a little smile.
Until that accident happened, Krist's personality become more and more reclusive and he didn't like to talk.
Madame Sangpotirat was distressed for her son. She realized that her son began to like to stay in his room more and more, sitting with the dolls for a whole day and looked at window without saying a word.
