Chapter 30 Chapter 29

To Dylan, Tristan's anger seemed slow to dissipate.Inside he sat in a firm chair, folded his arms, and gazed doggedly at the fireplace. Once or twice she tried to talk to him, only to be left cold in the end.She could only retreat to the narrow and awkward bed alone, lay down sideways, with her head resting on her arms, and stared at his figure obsessively. She has no regrets.The poor woman had been burdened with guilt since her own carelessness had cost her life, and now she could relieve a little of the uneasiness of conscience.She knew she would never be able to bring that woman back to life, but at least she had done a little good here.And she was not injured, and she was not caught by the devil.Tristan really didn't need to be so angry, she thought.

Actually, Tristan wasn't angry.He stared at the hearth, his heart was not filled with anger, but like a lump of cold lead, he felt uneasy, uncertain about his future, and worried.They were going back now, halfway through the journey, and having overcome the most dangerous obstacles, none of which could stop Dylan from giving up this risky move and returning to a new life in safety beyond the borders of the wilderness.He wondered why he didn't argue with her, why he let her pull him farther and farther away from where she should be.The answer was obvious, which made him even more annoyed.That was because he hoped in his heart that she was right.

Weakness, that's what it is.His character is too weak, that's why he compromised with her, fantasizing that he could be with her forever at the end of the journey. His weakness almost cost her her life tonight.But looking back, seeing the way she stared at him, seeing the fearless light in her wide-open eyes, Tristan knew there was no way he could say no to her.He knew that he could regain control of the situation and force her to follow him. That's what he did in the past few days.He can do it, but he doesn't want to. Tristan sighed and stood there, kicking the chair aside, "A room with a double bed?" he asked, pacing to her side, pointing to the crumbling bed.

Dylan smiled at him, a look of relief on his face.She backed away from the wall, making room for him to stretch out.They lay side by side, head to head, foot to foot.He could only put his arms around her waist, otherwise he might fall off the bed.But she didn't seem to care, her smile deepened and her face flushed. "I'm really sorry about what happened just now." She murmured. Then she made a slight grimace, and changed her wording again, "I'm sorry for making you worry." Tristan smiled wryly.That's not the same thing at all, but it's probably the only apology he'll get.

"I will never do that again." She added, "I promise." "Okay." He snorted, and then kissed her forehead lightly, "Rest." He whispered, "Tomorrow we have to drive a long way." He rolls over on his back on the bed and pulls Dylan to his chest.She nestled her head on his shoulder, smiling secretly.What would Katie say if she saw herself now?She won't believe what she says.If she and Tristan really traveled back in time, I'd have enough chats with her on MSN.Then they'd go back to school, and she tried to imagine Tristan sitting next to her in class, writing the composition, watching the paper airplanes fly overhead.What would he say about those idiots at Gischel?Dylan could imagine the horror on his face.She smiled softly, but when Tristan turned to look at her curiously, she didn't explain anything.

In the early morning, dense fog shrouded the wasteland, making dangerous peaks disappear from sight. Tristan said nothing, but pulled the long sleeves of his blouse down over his arms.Then he looked at Dylan. Her T-shirt was thin and slit enough to keep out the cold morning air. "Hey," he said, pulling his arms out of the sleeves, "put this on." "Are you really letting me wear it?" Dylan asked as he picked it up. She gratefully put the thick clothes on her head, and then pulled the sleeves down until they completely covered her hands, "Oh, I feel better now." Her skin touched his residual body heat, and she couldn't help There was a chill.

He laughed heartily and looked her up and down.She gave him a shy smile, knowing she might look like a child in a grown-up's clothes.The smock was simply too big for her, but it was warm enough.She shrunk her chin, trying to warm her nose with her collar, when she smelled him. "Ready?" he asked. Dylan looked at the nearest mountain, its top still locked in low-hanging clouds.She nodded firmly. They hit the road with firm strides and climbed the hill all morning.Although the thick fog swirling around was dissipating and receding high into the sky, it had not completely dissipated, and the air was still cold.Dylan had told Tristan she would lead the way, but Tristan went ahead anyway.There was only so much he could do, and Dylan didn't know which way to go.She tried her best to recall the path she had taken the first time she came, heading in the opposite direction.

Dylan was pleasantly surprised as her gaze caught on to a familiar scene she remembered so well. "Oh!" she yelled, stopping suddenly. Tristan took two more steps, then stopped too, looking back at her curiously. "What's wrong?" "I know this place," she said, "I remember it." That is - a piece of grass.The lush green grass is dotted with purple, yellow and red wildflowers.A narrow dirt road winds through the center of the meadow. "We're almost at the safe house," she said.Sure enough, as soon as she spoke, she looked up and saw the hut in the distance on the grass.It was in this cabin that she figured out why she had to climb out of the car.

Although the sun was hidden, there was still plenty of light.At least this time they didn't have to hurry.Tristan seemed to be at ease, clutching Dylan's hand tightly, walking leisurely.The path was too narrow for two people to walk side by side.But as their legs brushed lightly over the wildflowers, a fragrance bloomed and filled the air.The scenery in front of me was too perfect, like a dream. Thinking about it this way activated a memory fragment deep in Dylan's mind. It was also a dream, in which she was walking arm in arm with a handsome stranger.That was the last dream Dylan had before all these unthinkable things began, but the background of the dream was very different from this time-the wet woods were replaced by the peaceful and pleasant meadows now.However, that state of mind, that feeling of happiness and satisfaction was exactly the same as this time.Although she couldn't see the face of the man in the dream clearly at the time, Dylan's intuition told her that it was Tristan.Before all this happened, did she have a premonition in her heart?Providence so?Doomed?It seems impossible, but...

"Look, I have an idea." Her voice was very low, not wanting to disrupt the tranquility of the moment. "Go on." Tristan encouraged, but his tone was a little cautious. "It's about what happens when I cross the dividing line." "Oh?" He encouraged her to continue. "Well, I think..." She gripped Tristan's hand even tighter, "I feel like I'm here on the Wasteland because of destiny." "It's not God's will that you came here." He replied simply. "Yes, I know that," she smiled at him, unaffected by his nervous expression, "but I think it's God's will for me to be with you."

Neither of them spoke after Dylan shared her new discovery.Instead of observing Tristan's reaction, Dylan looked around, fascinated by the beauty.She knew she was right, and confidence brought inner peace and contentment. Here, in a place she had no right to enter, she suddenly felt at ease. "You know, this is so interesting," she said thoughtfully, covering the silence that Tristan had been speechless.Even if he disagreed in his heart, she didn't want to hear him deny it. "What's interesting?" he whispered.He let go of her hand, but put an arm around Dylan's shoulder, fingering a lock of her hair. Dylan felt a chill running down his skin, and the hairs on his neck stood up, making it difficult for him to concentrate.But Tristan turned his face to her, waiting for what to say. "I mean being normal again," she said. "You get the idea. Eat, drink, sleep, talk to people. Go back to your old life and pretend it never happened." Suddenly something popped into her head A thought, "I... I'm going to remember it all, won't I?" Tristan thought for a moment.She felt him shrug. "I don't know," he finally admitted, "what you're doing has never been tried before. I don't know what's going to happen, Dylan." "We're doing something that no one has tried before," she corrected.He didn't say anything more, but she saw his mouth twitch, showing that he was frowning at this moment. Dylan sighed.Maybe it would be a good thing if she couldn't remember her experience in the wasteland.