Chapter 252 I Can't Stand Bad-tempered Persons

In this small village, everyone knew each other. Tristan still remembered Tate though he was still a child when he met Tate last time.

Tristan took Quercia and ran away. At this moment, Quercia recalled the memory that when she and Tristan went to the desert together, they competed with others for the camp where the tent was set up.

There was always a pleased look on Quercia's face because of the sheer visceral joy.

"Alright, it should be safe here."

Tristan dragged Quercia to hide in an alley, took out the oranges he just picked and shared with Quercia.

"Tristan, that's not right. You have a problem with the calculation. You have seven while I only have three."

Quercia stared at the three oranges in her hands and widened her eyes.

"Is it? I don't think it was wrong," Tristan talked nonsense to joke with her, "Let's go, I'll take you to the next place."