I am him [Comprehensive]

Kongpohp stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand what he meant by what he said just now, and there was only a blank in his mind.

But there was no hint of anger on Arthit's face.

Since knowing that Arthit is the vague figure in his dream, Kongpohp is confident that he can see through all his lies.

Arthit told him to leave, he could stay with a stern face, Arthit said it was all right, he could guess that he would hide and cry secretly, but only this... only this.

May I ask, who would still have the energy to tell the truth from the fake when the person he loves says he doesn't love him?

All his strength was taken away by Arthit's words.

Kongpohp suddenly discovered that all his panic and bewilderment in the past few days came from his fear of this matter.

No matter what difficulties and obstacles he encounters, he will work hard to solve them.

Arthit refuses to forgive him, he can grind until he forgives and can't get back his memory, then he will create more common experiences with Arthit in the future... But, if Arthit doesn't love him anymore, what can he do?

Kongpohp stood up in a daze.

He had just had a high fever last night, even if he had been given a drip, it was impossible for his body to recover completely overnight.

In addition, his mood fluctuated so much at noon, and he ran all the way here again. He only ate such a bowl of porridge for lunch, and the supplemental calories could not withstand the repeated consumption.

When he got up suddenly, his body gave out a warning signal. Kongpohp felt his eyes go dark, and he fell forward again uncontrollably.

This time it fell on Arthit.

Arthit was startled, subconsciously caught him, hugged him full, and he realized that Kongpohp's body temperature was so much higher than his own.

"Kongpohp! Kongpohp!" Arthit couldn't remember the coldness he deliberately made just now, seeing Kongpohp's lifeless appearance, he was already in a mess.

Kongpohp struggled to open his eyes, but in vain.

"Nuannuan..." He grabbed Arthit's arm, and the temperature in his palm made Arthit flustered again.

"I'll make you... fall in love with me again." Kongpohp murmured and fell into the boundless darkness.

Arthit was shocked, and the hands holding him trembled slightly.

Kongpohp's murmur was like an unconscious dream, even if he passed out, he had to think about it, how could it not touch the heartstrings.

Arthit's eye sockets were a little red again, but now that Kongpohp was still fainting in his arms, he didn't have the time to think about it.

He freed one hand, picked up the mobile phone beside him, and hurriedly dialed the emergency number.

He subconsciously didn't want his friends to know about Kongpohp's presence here. What's more, his friends probably hated Kongpohp to the core. Seeing him here, they might throw him on the street.

After hanging up the phone, Arthit moved Kongpohp to the bed with difficulty and lay down. Enduring the severe pain in his legs, he found the medicine box, took out the thermometer and clamped it under his armpit, and then sat on the side of the bed again, staring blankly. Watching Kongpohp in a coma.

Repeated high fever is not a pleasant thing, Kongpohp is not stable even in a coma.

Seeing the way his brows were tightly furrowed, the pain in Arthit's heart seemed to be even more violent.

For more than a year, the pain that this person has brought to him seems to have never stopped, even when he fell asleep, he would unceremoniously come to his dreams and make him wake up abruptly.

In the past, Arthit could at least use hatred for him to alleviate this pain, but now, looking at him like this, Arthit's mind only had the picture of Kongpohp lying lifelessly on the hospital bed in that photo.

In fact, in the photos posted in that post, two of Kongpohp's mouths are even curled up, which can be regarded as smiling.

But no matter how you look at that smile, it makes people feel bitter.

That was probably the hardest day in Kongpohp's life, but he wasn't by his side.

Thinking of it this way, Arthit felt that he didn't even have the position to hate him.

That person's pain has never been shown in front of you, so what right do you have to accuse him of not being able to love you as always?

The love he thought was indestructible turned out to be so vulnerable in the face of life and death.

Arthit didn't know if he was being hypocritical. Until now, Kongpohp was still so stubborn in saying that he loved him. If he was more sensible, it seemed that he should choose to get back together with him and let everything be fine.

But in a relationship, is love really enough?

He admitted that what he just said about not being in love was all false, but now he doesn't know how to make that full of holes in the past calm and peaceful.

The person he loves the most, when life and death are at stake, chose to let another person be by his side.

And he himself hated him unknowingly until now.

He even envied Kongpohp for forgetting those heartbreaking pasts.If he also forgot, maybe the two of them could start over as strangers.

But at the thought of forgetting even those days that were as bright and beautiful as the sun, Arthit actually felt depressed again in his heart.

Anyway, this person has forgotten, so why is he reluctant?

Arthit's nose was sore, he quickly raised his face, and forced back the tears that were about to overflow his eyes again.

"Nuan Nuan..." Kongpohp called again in a daze.

Arthit's heart tightened again.

He pinched his palms hard, forced himself to come to his senses, and took out the thermometer. The temperature on it made him immediately forget what was there.

Arthit anxiously found a cotton swab from the medicine cabinet, and moistened Kongpohp's lips with warm water, but it was just a drop in the bucket.

The more anxious I was, the longer the medical staff arrived. By the time Kongpohp boarded the ambulance, almost half an hour had passed.

Because of the bumps, Kongpohp woke up again in a daze, but he knew in his heart that if he really woke up, Arthit who was following him might feel embarrassed again, so he only held Arthit's hand tightly, and Pretending to be in a coma.

Arthit twitched his hand uncomfortably, and Kongpohp wanted to hold it hard, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength at all, so he could only frown shamelessly, chasing after his hand all the way with a low moan.

The nurse following the car saw it, and hurriedly said, "It's all burned up like this, don't let the patient get excited again."

After being said such a sentence by an outsider, Arthit was too embarrassed to hide any longer, so he could only let him hold his hand. He had just said the same goodbye, but now he was sitting in the ambulance taking him to the hospital, letting him hold his own hand. He held his hand, Arthit's mood was beyond complicated to describe.

But he couldn't just leave Kongpohp alone.

Arriving at the hospital, after hearing the doctor say it was just a common cold, Arthit couldn't help asking several times.

"Is there really no need for other tests? He had a serious illness before."

At the end of the question, even the doctor became impatient: "How serious is it? What is the disease?"

Arthit's expression froze, and he looked away uncomfortably.

The doctor left without looking back. The nurse came in with an infusion set and couldn't help complaining: "I told him to give him another infusion before leaving, but he didn't listen. How long ago did I come back."

Arthit smiled apologetically at the nurse: "Sorry, I'm sorry."

It's just that the smile was hasty.

That post did not say what disease Kongpohp had in the first place.

Although Arthit was thinking about this matter in his heart, he felt that the current self seemed to be unable to even be justified in worrying, and there was no way to ask.

They used to be close, but now, he seems to know nothing about Kongpohp.

Obviously Kongpohp is lying in front of his eyes now, but Arthit feels that the distance between them is so far away, as if they are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Wouldn't it be too ironic if such a relationship could also be called love?

With the help of the medicine, Kongpohp finally fell into a deep sleep on the hospital bed without any movement.

It was only at this time that Arthit dared to quietly reach out and caress his face gently.

If, time can be turned back a year from this moment, and let him sit in front of Kongpohp's hospital bed at that time, will everything be different?

Too bad we can't turn back time.

They were probably too naive at that time, one didn't believe that each other's feelings could be greater than life and death, and the other was stubborn and refused to turn their heads, so they fell into the trap full of flaws.

Maybe no one is so wrong that he will be reviled by thousands of people, but he really doesn't know how to pretend that nothing happened.

Just looking at Kongpohp's face made him feel pain.

He didn't even know whether he hated the Kongpohp who pushed him thousands of miles away when he was seriously ill, or the self who was easily tricked.

Since being together will hurt so much, it is better to try to forget.

From a long time ago, he no longer believed in destiny.Probably it was the addition of every choice along the way that decided that they would eventually separate.

If Kongpohp had chosen to tell him the truth, if he had been willing to let go of his self-esteem and ask a question during the few days of waiting...maybe everything would have been different.

But at that time, how did they know that each other would walk such a rough road because of that one thought difference.

It's hard to turn back.

Arthit waited until the nurse came to pull out the needle, and then quietly left.

Returning to find Dan waiting anxiously at his door.

Just seeing him, the anxiety on Dan's face could not help but be replaced by consternation: "Nuannuan, you...why are you crying?"

Only then did Arthit realize that his tears had flowed down his face again along the way.

He wiped it hastily, and smiled at her: "Probably because my leg hurts too much."

"Nuan Nuan..." Dan hesitated to speak.

"Dan, I'm so tired, really tired." Arthit didn't want to talk to her anymore.

He opened the door and lay down on the bed.

Dan stood by the bed, looked at him like this, and sighed heavily involuntarily.

Why is it that the confidence she gained so easily from Kongpohp can't be counted in front of Nuan Nuan?

Emotions are such an unpredictable thing.