Tristan was truly a very miserable person.

I only knew that in his previous life, he failed to compete with Frederic for Emilia. But I didn't know that before this battle, he had already planted a seed of discontent.

The reason, of course, was because of Lillian.

Lillian was also a medical student and had a classmate relationship with Tristan. At first, it was Lillian who pursued Tristan, but at that time, Tristan had no interest in love and never gave her any response.

After a party, Lillian met Frederic. Perhaps to provoke Tristan, Lillian and Frederic started to have a flirtatious relationship. Eventually, Lillian and Frederic developed mutual feelings and became boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Tristan, why are you so unlucky?" After hearing this, I genuinely sympathized with Tristan.

"Are you unlucky?" Tristan asked.

"Not unlucky enough?" I blurted out, "The person who liked you ended up falling for Frederic. The person you liked ended up being with him too. Isn't that considered unlucky?"

After I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that I had let slip. How could I tell Tristan that Emilia ended up with Frederic in the end?

That also really crushed Tristan.

Fortunately, Tristan seemed to have no reaction, indicating that he had already accepted the fact that Frederic always fell one step short in pursuing girls.

"Actually, back then, you also had a little liking for that Lillian, right? It's just that you hadn't liked her enough to say it out loud, or even give up on her, so you let Frederic have her." I analyzed.

"Um, yes. " Tristan nodded.

"No wonder they later fought so fiercely over Emilia," I thought silently in my heart.

I now consider myself to have basically understood the ins and outs, and that little obsession in my mind has also disappeared.

A few days later, I could leave the country with peace of mind, no longer worrying about the mess of things back home.

"I understood," I rinsed another piece of meat and smiled with ease.

In my previous life, Tristan never told me about Lillian. It was probably a thorn in his heart, but I don't know how he would tell me now.

I still have a good impression of Tristan, he was a good man with a normal mindset.

I hope that after I went abroad, he could be more open-minded about Emilia's matter. Don't be like the previous life, where he lost both the girl he liked and his wealth.

After finishing the meal, Tristan carefully cleaned up the table and kitchen, threw the dishes into the dishwasher, and also took out the trash attentively.

It was already late when Tristan applied medicine to my feet and carried me back to bed, then he prepared to leave.

"Tristan," I called out to him, sincerely saying, "Some things shouldn't be held onto too tightly. Sometimes, letting go is also a choice, especially when it comes to not pursuing someone who doesn't love you. It's not worth tormenting yourself for."

Good people should live a peaceful life! A happy life!

Tristan seemed to ponder for a moment, then finally smirked and said, "Alright."

As the sound of the door closing came from the living room, I lay on the bed, quietly staring at the ceiling lamp above me.

In the past, there seemed to be a vast sea in my mind, always ebbing and flowing with the sound of waves.

But after tonight, the sea suddenly disappeared. A stretch of sandy land emerged. There was no wind or rain, and it was calm without any ripples.

I no longer thought about the content of the phone call Frederic received tonight, nor did I think about whether Tristan would make a comeback in the end. I just wanted to sleep.

The next day, my parents picked me up from the apartment.

After staying at home for a few days to rest and recuperate, my foot was almost healed. Jeff also bought my plane ticket, and I was about to set off for Luxvia.