lost hearts

[Aren't you good brothers?Then why don't you let singto?Sure enough, your love is just talking. ]

Krist received such a private message.

Written in English.

It seems to be from a Chinese fan.

There is still one day left for V-chat voting.

The result has not yet been settled, but the fans seem to have exhausted their tricks.

It really was one of the most ridiculous comments he'd ever received—in fact, there was a steady stream of incomprehensible things.

He kept telling his fans that the ranking doesn't matter, what matters is their love for him, and he has already received it.So you don't need to spend money on such places, but you can use it where you need it more.

Krist believes that P'singto also thinks so.

"Is this something I can decide?"

The boy felt as if he could not breathe.

Becoming a star is a painful thing, with countless voices of doubt, incomprehension, prying eyes on his private life, and even attacks on his personal choices.

It's not all bad things, but there are so many bad parts that make him wronged. The pressure from work, study, life and even relationship all the time seems to be able to crush him at this moment.

Krist snuffed his nose, his eyes were sore, and the water was about to come out. He was so immersed in his own thoughts that when the phone rang from a pile of dolls far away, he was startled by the muffled voice.

He got up from the bed in a bit of embarrassment, his movements were fast, but he was extremely slow in grabbing the phone.

Never have I wanted to escape more than now.

Be it work or reality.

But when he saw the screen clearly, his heartbeat still slowed down a beat.

singto call.

Some happy emotions spread up, but they were immediately suppressed: What if he was also for voting?Even if he didn't say it verbally, he must feel uncomfortable because of this situation, right?

The more he thought about it, the more hesitant he was to answer the phone.

But he eventually picked it up.

"...P'sing?"

[kit, kit.Are you ok? ] That person seemed to have heard what was on his mind, and asked just like that.

"Oh...why do you ask me so suddenly, brother." Krist felt guilty, and he didn't have enough confidence when he asked back.

[Just, I have seen a lot of messages these two days, and I am a little worried about you. ]

Singto's voice is very warm, not a full-fledged pronunciation, but like a feather, gently scratching, making people feel sour.

[What I want to say is that no matter what the final result is, it doesn't matter.Don't care about unnecessary harm. ]

[People who will hurt you like this are not your real fans. ]

[People who really love you will not be willing to hurt you. ]

His brother's voice came out continuously from the microphone.

very slow.

full of concern.

Krist gripped the phone so tightly that his knuckles ached.

He took a deep breath with all his strength, and the tears that had been ready to burst just now flowed from the corners of his eyes to the tip of his nose.The face is criss-crossed by wet water marks.

He wept loudly.

Let Singto coax him repeatedly.

It's not like you need to cover up on stage.

In my room, on the other end of the phone is someone who cares about me and makes me feel at ease.

It was as if all the shackles of shackles had been untied.