A Whisper in the Soft Light of Love:
This Beautiful morning scene is also like a sense of the resurrection.
There is a pillow somewhere, a curl somewhere, he himself is somewhere.
.
Night faded, and morning appeared carrying the promise of a new journey and new memories.
Somewhere in the sky, birds were chirping as they flew,
So somewhere, the morning, spreading its soft golden colors, was entering through the room's window and illuminating the atmosphere.
There, exhausted,
the two of them lay wrapped in each other's arms,
sleeping carefreely.
As the first rays of the sun fell on Richer's face,
he slowly awakened.
With half-open eyes, he looked ahead
and saw Ramish's face right in front of him—
even more charming in the morning light,
even more peaceful.
Richer kept watching him with a gentle smile.
Then softly, he raised his hand
and placed it on Ramish's face,
slowly moving his thumb across his cheek,
tracing light lines upon his skin.
Richer whispered softly,
"Ramish… the innocence on your face,
and the morning light falling upon it,
make you incredibly captivating.
Whenever I look at you deeply,
my heartbeat begins to lose control.
Ramish… could it be that I have truly fallen in love with you?
Or is it just an illusion of my heart?"
His words were still lingering in the air
when Ramish slowly began to wake up,
As he opened his eyes,
he found Richer's smiling face before him.
Richer said softly,
"Ramish… good morning."
Ramish smiled and replied,
"Richer… may every morning be as beautiful and pleasant for you
as your face is."
He gently touched Richer's face and added,
"May your face always bloom like a flower
and remain adorned with smiles."
Richer smiled, and Ramish leaned forward,
pressing his lips gently against with his lips.
After a soft kiss, he whispered,
"Good morning, baby…
How are you feeling now?
Is the tiredness gone?"
Richer looked slightly surprised, then smiled.
"Yes, I feel quite peaceful after asleep…
but why did you call me 'baby'?
Since when did I become your baby?"
Ramish replied playfully,
"From the very first day I saw you up close,
you became my baby.
And after what you did and said last night…
now you're only my baby."
Richer looked startled.
"Last night? What did I do?
I don't remember anything!
Did something special happen that I should have remember?"
Ramish pretended to be serious and said,
"If you don't remember, it's alright."
Richer insisted,
"No, truly, I don't remember anything special.
We were lying at Soul Beach…
I only remember asking you the time.
After that, everything is blurry.
And tell me—how did I even get back to the hotel room?"
Ramish kissed his forehead lovingly.
"It wasn't anything special.
If you can't remember, there's nothing to worry about."
And I was the one who brought you into the room.
Then he said gently,
"Now go freshen up.
You didn't eat anything last night,
you was fell asleep hungry."
Richer nodded.
"Alright, I'll freshen up now.
Then you get ready too,
and we'll go have breakfast at Observation Deck at 300."
Ramish smiled and said,
"Okay…
but come quickly, baby."
Richer laughed softly and walked toward the washroom.
Ramish got up as well.
He opened the wardrobe and took out two suits for himself,
but stood there for a while holding them in his hands.
He couldn't decide which one to wear.
Meanwhile, in the washroom, as Richer stood under the shower,
he began recalling the moments from last night.
Slowly, everything returned to his memory —
how Ramish had carried him on his back,
how he had leaned close to his neck and kiss in sleepy intoxication,
and what he had whispered.
As soon as it all came back to him memory,
Richer's cheeks turned red.
He felt shy remembering his own actions.
A little while later, when he came out of the washroom,
Ramish smiled and asked,
"Richer, tell me — which of these two suits should I wear?
I can't decide."
Avoiding his gaze, Richer replied softly,
"Wear the one on the left…"
Ramish nodded.
"Alright."
And he went to get ready.
Meanwhile, Richer was on the phone with the manager, discussing the day's schedule.
Just then, Ramish walked out, fully dressed.
As Richer turned while still talking,
he suddenly fell silent for a moment.
Ramish looked even more handsome than before.
There was a different kind of glow on his face.
Richer's eyes lingered on him.
Ramish smiled and asked,
"So, Richer… how do I look?"
Richer snapped back to his senses.
Quickly, he said on the phone,
"I'll talk to you later,"
and ended the call.
Then, looking at Ramish, he said softly,
"You… look very handsome in this outfit."
Ramish smiled.
"Of course I do… after all, this suit is your choice."
Richer lightly scratched the side of his nose and said,
"If you're ready, shall we go?"
Ramish stepped closer with a smile.
"I'm ready…"
Then teasingly he added,
"Will you put your perfume on me?
So that we both carry the same fragrance?"
Without thinking, Richer replied,
"Your natural scent is already good enough… you don't need perfume."
A spark lit up in Ramish's eyes.
Smiling, he said,
"Richer… say that again. What did you just say?"
Richer grew nervous.
"I didn't say anything."
He quickly picked up the perfume bottle.
"Come, I'll put it on you."
Ramish slowly stepped closer.
Richer, looking into his eyes, instinctively stepped back
until he gently bumped into the wardrobe.
Ramish stood very close to him.
He slightly pulled his collar back and lowered his neck, saying softly,
"Tell me… can you still smell my fragrance?"
Richer's cheeks flushed red again.
"I… I don't know."
Gently, he pushed Ramish back a little,
then composed himself and sprayed the perfume on him.
Ramish took the perfume from Richer's hand
and gently sprayed it around his neck.
A soft fragrance spread into the air.
Smiling, Ramish said,
"Now it's perfect…
we both carry the same scent."
Then his gaze fell on Richer's hands.
He paused slightly.
"Richer… where is your bracelet?"
Richer replied casually,
"It's on the table."
Ramish walked a few steps to the table,
picked up the bracelet,
and returned to gently fasten it around Richer's wrist.
Then he fasten the bracelet on Richer's arm.
"It looks great on you, always wearing it on your arm,
Smile Softly, he said,
"Come on… let's go."
The two stepped out of the room
and slowly began walking toward the Observation Deck —
with a new morning, new memories,
and hidden smiles resting quietly in their hearts.