Marrying Decisions

When Cynthia said this, it was more of a joke aimed at Tristan. However, Tristan, after pondering for a moment, solemnly said, "That interpretation works too." Cynthia was momentarily stunned, ripples forming in her heart. She looked at the man in front of her without blinking, a hint of a smile lingering at the corner of her eyes. "Tristan, what about your principles? What about your bottom line?"

"In your case, there is no bottom line," Tristan's fingertips lightly brushed the corner of her eye, slid down gently, landing on her lips. "I said I'd bear the sky falling for you. It's not just talk."

"I know." This was precisely what moved Cynthia the most. Sometimes, actions spoke louder than promises, and Tristan not only generously gave promises but also acted upon them.

Cynthia picked up a fruit bowl from the table, offering a strawberry to Tristan's lips. "Were those two sent by the Freemasonry?"