"Zhen-Zhen…" he softly mumbled in her ear.
"Tristan… what's wrong?"
Zhen-Zhen asked him as soon as she sensed that something was troubling Tristan right now. She didn't know why but she could feel it.
Meanwhile, Tristan's grip on her body tightened more after he heard her query. He always pondered at the fact she could tell that something was off about him. As if he was very transparent in her eyes that she could read his emotions and feelings.
"I-I'm really sorry, Zhen. I truly am." Tristan said in his low voice.
They were still holding each other without a plan of breaking the hug.
Zhen-Zhen began stroking his back. "Why are you apologizing again?"
Tristan slammed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth before calming himself down to speak once again.
