lost hearts

Krist woke up at dawn.

With two huge eye sockets.

The gold bracelet on the right wrist glowed dimly in the misty morning light.

The heavy curtains were not drawn tightly.

A slight gap was exposed, letting in a little light from the sky peeping outside the window.

Rubbing his eyes, Krist stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Recalling the last scene last night, he was still a little lost.

He has even begun to regret why he made such a move desperately.If nothing had been done, everything would have been much smoother than it is now.

They'd joke around, make a scene, have a nice celebratory dinner with all the other staff and say goodnight.

Instead of walking towards the end of this friendship in silent awkward silence.

Krist must be the stupidest person in the world.

Made a bad decision.

and lost everything.

When he packed up his things and pushed open the door, Krist's eyes coincidentally met with Singto who just walked over from the next door.

Krist's face froze immediately.

Perfunctorily, he saluted P'jane, who was dragging the suitcase, and P'sing, who was staring at Krist, and Krist walked towards the elevator on his own.

The suitcase rolled against the floor behind him, making a rattling noise.

On the handle of the box, a hand suddenly appeared.

A warm, slender palm with beautiful five fingers.

Wrapping Krist's hand dragging the box.

The boy opened his eyes wide.

Turning around, I saw that person trotting up a few steps, from a backward position to walking side by side with Krist.

P'jane chatted with bank, a few paces behind.

"...P'sing?"

Kris hesitated a little.

Hesitantly, he called his name in a voice as thin as a mosquito buzzing.

"Huh?" Singto looked at him, his eyes were bent, deeper than any other staring at him on stage, and full of smiles.

"Hey!" Krist immediately avoided looking at each other, feeling his face heat up, "Why are you laughing like that, Mr. Singto!"

"Aw," once again showing his trademark innocent and dazed innocent expression like an angel, Singto was caught off guard and felt that the handle of the trolley case in his hand instantly carried the weight of the entire suitcase, looking like Avoiding Krist, who fled two or three steps away like the plague, he blinked and pouted slightly, "I was just laughing... why did kit suddenly throw away the box?"

"Obviously you came to get it yourself!!" Zha Maodi yelled, Krist didn't look back, but walked faster than before.

When the elevator went down to the first floor, P'yuyui who saw Krist for the first time was a little surprised.

"Why is Krist's face red?"

TheEND.