Will They Separate Us

After the call ended, Tristan returned to the bedroom. As he entered, he faintly heard the sound of soft sobbing.

Cynthia, immersed in a deep sleep, kept sobbing. Tears unconsciously wetted her pillow. She curled her body tightly, resembling a wounded little creature, whimpering softly.

"Cynthia, Cynthia..." A gentle voice sounded, gradually becoming clearer.

Cynthia, in a daze, opened her eyes and looked at Tristan. Her thoughts slowly returned, and she suddenly reached out, encircling his neck.

The contact allowed Tristan to clearly feel the subtle tremors in her body. She buried her head in his chest and murmured, "Tristan, hold me tight."

Tristan looked at the little head buried in his embrace, lifted her from the bed, and held her tightly. When her body gradually relaxed, he used his fingers to lift her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Their eyes met.