Tristan's eyes widened when he recognized the man lying on Zhen-Zhen's bed. He was dumbfounded for a few moments.
After he recovered, his shocked expression was replaced by jealousy. He could see Zhen-Zhen's holding the hand of that man while crying silently. Her face was covered by worries and concerns for that guy.
He was the mysterious man who told Tristan about Zhen-Zhen's whereabouts and her plan of leaving this world.
'What is he doing here? What happened to her? Who is he? Why is it Zhen-Zhen cares so much about him?'
Those were the questions running in his mind right now as he watched Zhen-Zhen and the unconscious man. Tristan suddenly felt jealous, wishing he was that man. He woke up without Zhen-Zhen by his side. He searched for her only to find out she was watching over another man in her room.
'Is she not concerned about me? Is she still mad at me? I was the one who got hurt when protecting her.' Tristan pondered to himself.
