His pain was so painful that, after finishing the work, he intended to visit him every day at the palace, but he was not in the mood to see anyone. His chest is full of confusion, his heart is broken, his sadness.
The confusion drove him to the extreme, and he felt his petite body shrink again, and tears came down his face again. Nevin tried to restrain it. But he seemed too fragile to resist.
Pirun gushed a bunch of body wash from his eyes, his legs soaked, and he took himself through the Pruxa Gardens, trying to hasten back to his house, lest anyone should see him, without noticing that there was an alcoholic lying in the garden.
Yes. . . If you lie in the tabernacle, you will be easily noticed, but if you lie on the mango branch, your legs will be seen.
As for Worarat, he frowned wh
