her love language (LINGORM)
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Despite being the only daughter of the country's most prominent entertainment label, Jane actively shunned the spotlight. She'd chosen a career in engineering, believing it would offer refuge from the relentless glare of fame. Ironically, fate had other plans. Her unexpected encounter with Pim, a lawyer whose breathtaking beauty was offset by an unemotional demeanor, had captured the media's attention, leading to a whirlwind of misunderstandings and humorous speculation.
Pim, outwardly appearing arrogant and aloof, possessed an inner beauty that subtly captivated those around her. Little by little, she began to reveal a caring and affectionate side, specifically towards Jane. Her actions spoke louder than words, showing her genuine affection for Jane through small gestures and quiet acts of support, unbothered by the prying eyes and relentless speculation of the public. Her indifference to the media's narrative allowed their genuine connection to flourish, unaffected by the noise surrounding them.
Lingling Sirilak Kwong as Pim
Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong as Jane
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