(Completed)
This is the love story between the opera singer, Type Ming and the widower Mr Suppasit.
It tells the story of Gulf kanawut , who made a mistake of falling in love with a man, that left him to suffer on the streets of his town , only fo...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
After seven months of being away in the army,Lee had gotten trained in the art of war, he had met people and made knew allies. He was a different man one could say, his tour wasn't over,he still had a year and five months left,but he was home for the New year celebrations.
He wanted to see his family again after this long months , before heading back once again. He arrived at Tianjin by train,and wanting to surprise everyone, he told no one he was coming back.
When he arrived at the gates in one of Wung's family horses he had gotten from the man.
As he rode into the compound majestically, everyone stared at the master in awe of him.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Type had seen the horse galloping into the compound from the balcony , he didn't Know who it was yet,he saw the profile of a man,but not the face of said man,that he immediately became worried. Why would they just let him in like that. So he immediately ran down stairs to meet whoever it was. Mrs Ming was not in the house right now,she was at the shop receiving a new shipments of goods, and Type was home practicing for a new play he had been working on with the troop for months now. He just needed a little touch up here and there before the main event tonight. He had so many people coming tonight. Not that ,that was not the case every other night. But today was different, because all the elites in town were coming from all over to watch his new play,since no one had seen it before.
This play was all thanks to his mother,who had given them permission to create a play about her life and what she had to go through to become the woman she was today. Of course the entire story was centered on her and no one else.
But now here he was running downstairs so he could greeted whoever had came to visit them unexpectedly like this.
