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📚Read with Vanill EP.5 | galaxy

Many times when we meet someone, we may call it a coincidence, but for galaxies, they call it "destiny."

But, you know...

The word destiny defines what is destined to happen. It can be like, "Who knows?"

"The galaxy."

It's the story of the king of the galaxy.

A young noble outside student who one day accompanied his mother to Pattani for a feast watching the "solar eclipse" phenomenon.

And that same day, he met a German scholarship student.

Department of Astronomy like Sook Samhnavin.

Meeting and taking leave of each other is supposed to be just common.

Like normal people.

But the galaxy can't forget the face, the smile, and the smell of lavender from the other.

Three years later, fate has brought them both back together, but this time, Shakorn can't remember the events of the Pattani solar eclipse.

There is also no recognition of the galaxy. What will the galaxy do?

We give the galaxy another favorite book.

The theneoclassic writer wrote a great story, and the language was contemporary, not difficult to read, but did not abandon the pyrotechnic vibe of the 1932 era.

Yet it makes the reading flow very smoothly and sway along the subject line.

And let's talk about the characters we're in love with.

A character who has created a tearful smile for a reader like us.

That's "galaxy or star or man or machine."

Many pronouns from a variety of relationships. A man with a spangled pearl, if he doesn't accept it, is a little flirtatious, and yes, he doesn't accept it anymore.

We like galactic characters the most, not just because of the handsome beauty, the noble madam, or the intensity that comes with the charming dimples.

If only the galaxies we discovered in the story seemed human, every action, word, thought, or even expression, would make the characters really balanced and alive.

And by the way, the galaxy is certainly the ideal man of many people, a pearl that is not too much, not too beautiful, a charm, a frenzy, a cheeky spirit, a mother.

But it's always hidden by the angle of gentlemanhood (and let's not count flirting before that).

Another thing to admit in this man's heart is

When they come to love, they are truly loved by the heart, honest and stable.

I understand why writers like theneoclassic

To mention the word "opportunity" to all readers before they start reading the story.

We dare say that this is the "tragedy of love."

It was full of tears, pain, rupture, disintegration.

But at one moment it was happy, warm and full of pure love.

After reading, we followed another reader's review.

It's actually to make friends talk.

Because we discovered something that wasn't sure if it was right.

But we found that many readers do not like special episodes, most of them say the same way: they penetrate the reader's emotions and make the scene that should be the end, not the end, as it should be.

Personally, we ask for permission to comment on this special scene.

Because we don't view that ending scene as the real ending scene.

The reason is because we do not view the couple's first meeting as the beginning of this tragedy.

But it was after June 24, 1932.

The day the only star of the Commonwealth extinguished the moth.

Even if their fortunes change, bad stories do not happen, whether with God's mercy, with his pleas, or because they are destined.

But the opportunity is only a chance for the character to return to what he regrets, what he never did, or what he wants to protect.

Making the story on their way both.

Beautiful without painful suffering.

For us, even on the way to change,

But the end may remain the same, never changing.

As the galaxy says, "What will happen will happen."

And at the end of this review, we'd like to invite everyone to read it once if these messages interest someone in their story.

One is to solve the mystery of the beginning and the end together.

And the other one is to get to know "galaxy" and "my star father."

"The Commonwealth is infinite, unlike my life, with you as the only star."

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