"I just broke up with my girlfriend," the honey-skinned man replied, lowering his eyes slightly. "She said I was standing still, so she went to find someone better."

Narajkul listened without expressing surprise or much reaction; nothing in this world was permanent. "But you seem strong," Narajkul commented.

Wuthipong laughed wryly, looking at his companion. "Is that your way of comforting me?"

Narajkul offered a faint, acknowledging smile but gave no direct answer.

"And are you... still living there?" Wuthipong asked, his eyes betraying a hint of hesitation. Narajkul sat upright, gazing toward a corner of the room, seemingly lost in a deep thought.

"Mhm," Narajkul replied curtly. Wuthipong dared not press further and changed the subject.

"How is running the vineyard? Is it fun?"

"It’s good... it's a job I never thought I'd excel at, but it's enjoyable. It helps me forget many things entirely," Narajkul admitted.

Wuthipong smiled widely, genuinely pleased. "I'm glad you can wear your old smile again."

Narajkul returned the smile and nodded. Wuthipong glanced outside briefly before meeting his senior's gaze.

"And Ornicha... won't you give her a chance?"

Narajkul shook his head without hesitation. "I don't intend to open my heart to anyone again. Even if Ornicha was a woman who saw me when I had nothing, she is not the woman I will let into my heart." Narajkul stated, his heart firmly locked against love.

"Don't you get lonely?" Wuthipong leaned in slightly, his eyes searching his companion, looking for some truth.

Narajkul raised the corner of his mouth and let out a brief, humorless laugh. "Is loneliness the same as pain? If they are the same, I don't want to experience it again."

The conversation paused as the door opened, and their food was meticulously served onto the table. Once the waiter had left, the dialogue resumed.

"I truly don't want you to be stuck in the past, Honestly, it wasn't your fault..." Wuthipong began, his voice full of sympathy.

Narajkul quickly cut him off. "I can no longer be the person I was." Narajkul remained trapped in a painful past that refused to fade. His hope for love had been utterly destroyed, leaving him with no faith in the word 'love.'

"I just want you to be happy again, and to have someone who loves you sincerely," Wuthipong responded.

Narajkul gave a short, cynical laugh. "I don't expect love anymore. Don't give it any more importance." Narajkul concluded, shifting his gaze to the white flowers in the luxurious vase on the table.

"Your heart is as cold as ice, indeed. But I hope a warm ray of sunshine will eventually melt that frozen heart of yours," Wuthipong remarked.

Narajkul gazed away, lost in thought, a heavy feeling settling over his heart once more. True happiness... likely no longer existed in this world.