When my mother was able to take me home, I was complained by both Kaew and King that there was no art of storytelling, so every move would give me a heart attack.

Then I don't have art. I'm surprised, I don't know!

We didn't say anything and walked all the way to my house. The gloomy atmosphere made me unable to imagine that if you and your brothers and sisters saw Keith's face, they would be more shocked than before, even when I turned off the engine in the garage. My heart was pounding as if it were going to blow out of my chest.

Uh. . . It's...