After getting Mrs. Miller's apology, Tristan and Zhen-Zhen went to their assigned area to put up their tent. Tristan still felt sorry and guilty for what happened to his wife.
Zhen-Zhen noticed Tristan who was feeling down. He was assembling the parts of the tent quietly.
"Hubby?"
Tristan paused what he was doing as he gazed up to Zhen-Zhen. "Yes, Wifey?"
"Why are you sad? You're very quiet. Your face can no longer be painted because of your expression, hubby."
A deep long sigh escaped his mouth. Tristan stood up and moved at her back. Then he hugged Zhen-Zhen from behind, placing his chin on her right shoulder.
"I feel guilty. Everything is my fault but it's you who suffers the consequences. I'm sorry, Wifey. I failed as your husband. I let someone hurt you," Tristan expressed his true feelings about what happened today.
Zhen-Zhen held Tristan's arms that were hooked around her waist.
