Because the matter of these two days had already been put off, although Krist did not enter the estrus period as he planned, Singto planned to put down his work and have a good rest.
After their marriage, although Master Sangpotirat did not completely liberalize his authority thus many of Sangpotirat group's works were handed over to him and his father began to slowly retreat to the second line. This month, Singto's life was not easy. But he was talented and capable and had been trained by his father to be resourceful and quick-witted. It was not very difficult for him to do these things alone.
What made him most troubled was actually Krist.
Singto didn't want to go back, he will have to face Krist who was waiting painstakingly at home. He did not hate him, on the contrary, sometimes he would have some inexplicable pity for his clear, black and bright eyes.
But pity was not equal to love. In the past, this man always looked at himself. His eyes always contained some confusing feelings. Singto could not understand them before, but now he knew Krist loved him from childhood to adulthood. But he couldn't respond to the intense passions of the other party. Kit dug out the only tender corner in his heart. He was afraid that he would not have the strength to love others again in his life.
Last night, he dreamed of Kit again. He still remembered how he looked like a teenager in his dream, so beautiful that any adjective used on him seemed pale and colorless.
They strolled hand in hand on the silent deserted beach, the cool breeze of the evening brushed on the fine hair on their foreheads, and Muze smiled warmly. Sometimes they picked up a stone and drifted them across the water on the undulating sea surface.
Until the night came and the sea turned dark blue, the sky suddenly felt empty and the person around him disappeared. He helpless looked around yet only to turn his head and saw a pair of eyes gazing at him in the distance. The eyes contained an unconcealable attachment.
It seemed that every time Krist looked at himself and his brother together, he chose to hide in the distance silently and follow himself with such eyes.
In the past, he could only see Kit in his eyes and no one else could be let in. Until now that he realized that there was another person who loved him so much.
When he woke up dazedly, it was still early. The dawn shone through the pure white sky. Singto simply put on clothes and went out of the door with an intention to wash up but he heard the sound of kitchen pots and bowls touching. It was very light, as if afraid of disturbing someone.
Krist prepared breakfast in the kitchen. He wore simple household clothes with a light blue apron and was busy in front of the kitchen counter and the air emitted the fragrance of toasted bread.
This picture that shone into his eyes was so warm and attractive with the smooth steadiness that was appearing through the years, he could not help but leaned against the door and stared deeply for a long time.
Until Krist turned around and found him and gave him a smile warmer than the dawn.
"Morning, P'Sing."
"Morning."
"It will be ready in a minute. Go out and sit and wait."
Two minutes later, Krist came out of the kitchen with two plates and put them on the table.
Softly baked bread and toast with medium-cooked hearty fried eggs on it and a few fresh broccoli flowers beside them, even the bacon was scorch just right.
Breakfast was simple but warm. Singto can see from first sight that it was very carefully prepared.
"These things should be done by Auntie Mint." Singto took the hot milk from Krist and said.
