Tristan walked ahead of Ayana. Since the little argument earlier, the two of them made a distance again. They used to run side by side. But now Tristan is about 500 meters ahead of Ayana, who stumbles after Tristan.
"Tristan, wait!" Ayana shouted.
As much as possible, Ayana caught up with Tristan. But that seems unlikely. She was too tired to chase after him. Her legs seemed unable to run anymore, and she could only walk.
"Humph! You hot temper! Is this really the true nature of a Tristan Drayson Heart?" Ayana spoke alone. She grumbled about Tristan's cranky attitude. "Even then, he was a soft-hearted person." Ayana regretted a little about Tristan's unstable attitude. Sometimes be nice like yesterday, sometimes like this again, indifferent and cold.