i

s the sound of a gunshot b

curtains illuminated the entire room, making it easier f

man who was spooning him from behind, his body a welcomi

ehead, he looked much younger than he had last night…probably around the same age as his elder sister. His skin wa

ing like he knew the Phi from som

his…there was no way Kit could forget him easily e

he remembered the events from last ni

had saved his life and that he was a Mafia l

he…going to be the cause of distress when P’Kimhan woke up…or was he going

felt sick t

en know the man and yet…he had

had taken him to the shower. They had done it inside the bathroom too…wit

instant. Otherwise the guilt would eat at him until there was none of his sanity left. He had to escape bef

last night, and stilled immediately as he saw P’Kimhan groan and turn the slightest. He breathed a sigh of relief w

w dry from lying on the floor all night. He didn’t remember where he was or where Phi had brought him last

rb P’Kimhan’s sleep as Kit made a dash for the door, not bothering to look behind. It was better this way

es of the man following him as he left. He would’ve seen his smile as he understood the

would forget soon enough and move on in his life like nothing h

whose touch still lingered on his skin…but the in

avy rain, a sinking feeling began to sit in his stomach. How was he going to tell his Phi about all

of his activities would be restricted and his sister would take even more responsibilities onto her shoulders, making her

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asn’t going to tell her anything, no

uilty about anything else as he hired a cab with the money he had in his pocket. Because the place where P’Kimhan had brought him was even

ide their apartment when he arrived. “Nong? What h

her face. But neither did he have the strength to lie. Guilt was eating him from the inside out and he didn’t know

g to meet his eyes. “You know you can tell me anyt

ecause she gasped in horror, clutching at his hands. But when she spoke next…he felt a mix of guilt and r

s expression darkened, she knew he wasn’t ready to tell her yet. “It’s okay…there’s no pressure. It’s

Phi?” Kit asked her des

ou everything shortly, but first, go take a shower. I’ve made breakfas

for breakfast at the nearest stall to save time before she went off to work for the day. She never cooked on her own and neither did she insist on them shari

sister rarely used that

s sister wanted to tell him, it was very import

ided to follow his sister’s orders. Because he was now utterly curious about what