Chapter 32 Chapter 31

Though Dylan had been reassuring Tristan, Dylan was still nervous about going back to the train tunnel and crawling back onto his dead body.She remembered what Jonas had said before, and he reminded her to go back to the original body.She hoped it would not be too dark in the carriage.She didn't know how much she was hurt, and what made her soul go out of her body.She didn't know how painful the injury would be when she came back to life. And, worst of all, she was afraid that when she got back in the car and woke up, she would be alone.In that case, her return to the mortal world and her resurrection from the dead would only confirm Tristan's suspicion that he couldn't be with her.

He didn't know what she would do if something like this happened.She could only hope and even secretly pray that fate would not be so cruel. It's a big gamble.Every time she thinks of these things, her stomach is overwhelmed with nausea.But she really had no other choice, no choice.Tristan was convinced his body couldn't cross the dividing line in the moor, and he couldn't keep Dylan here.Is there another way to go?There was really no way out, and there was so much to worry about, yet somehow, despite their worries, the sun stayed high in the sky and the clouds disappeared for the last day of their moor trek.

It's all because of being with Tristan, Dylan thought, otherwise she couldn't think of any other reason.No matter what happened, as long as she stayed with Tristan, she could get through it, she could handle it.The bright sunshine also makes people feel relieved, suppressing those troubles in the depths of consciousness, and driving them to the dark corners where they belong. Dylan wished with all his heart that he would recognize the end of the journey, recognize certain landmarks.They will tell her that the destination is in sight, and they will make her heart beat and courage.However, the last mountain was the same as the ones they had climbed before, but they had climbed to the top of this mountain without knowing it, overlooking the rusty railway track below the mountain.

That's where she died.She looked down at the tracks, waiting for some emotion to well up in her.It was loss, grief, or pain, and in the end all she could think of was fear and anxiety, the tension she'd been trying to suppress all day.She endured it and silently made up her mind. Her hand reached out from the pocket of her jeans and ran her fingers over the silky petals of the flower Tristan had given her.The flower was already withered after being picked, but she was still reluctant to throw it away, and instead held it tightly like a talisman.It connects Dylan to the Wasteland, it connects her to Tristan.Dylan just wished it would keep her and Tristan together forever.

She took a deep breath calmly, "We're here." She said without hesitation. It was impossible for Tristan not to see the rails, they were the only thing to see in the rolling hills. "Yeah, we're here." His voice didn't sound tense or eager like hers, but full of sadness.It was as if he had decided that the venture would be futile, and he was terrified that Dylan would be disappointed.His pessimism didn't affect Dylan, because she couldn't hide her doubts. "Shall we go along the railroad, then?" she asked. "No, it can't. I can't get into your world, I don't belong there. I don't belong anywhere but here." He seemed to be begging her half angry and half desperate.

Dylan twitched his tongue between his teeth, staring at him.For the first time he looked like a sixteen-year-old boy, small and confused.Instead of frightening Dylan, his hesitation bolstered her courage. "Why are you here?" she demanded. Tristan lifted one shoulder and half shrugged, looking very much like a big clumsy kid. "Tristan? Why are you here?" "Because...because..." He let out a heavy breath, "Because I love you." He kept his head down as he spoke, not seeing the surprised look on Dylan's face.He looked up at Dylan after a moment and said, "I hope you're right, Dylan. But your path isn't going to work."

"You promised to try," she cautioned. "Be confident." Hearing this, he laughed miserably, "Are you still confident?" he asked. "I have hope," she said, blushing. "And love." Dylan looked at him, blue eyes burning hotly. "Trust me." She had traveled so far just for this chance, and now she couldn't turn back, couldn't go back without even trying.Also, they couldn't stay here, Tristan was hurt.No matter what had happened before, the wasteland was hurting him now.Tristan was wrong, he didn't belong here, he needed to leave.Dylan murmured these thoughts in her heart, trying to ignore the voice in the back of her head, "The reason why he is hurt and in pain is because you are forcing him to leave the wilderness." She puffed up her chest and continued. Go deep into the darkness.

Tristan had no choice but to follow, she refused to let go of his hand. At first, they were disoriented in the dark, their footsteps echoed through the closed wall, and there was a damp smell in the air.Dylan shivered. "Are there any demons here?" she asked in a low voice.The atmosphere here is strangely quiet, but they can certainly lurk in such a dank and desolate place. "No," Tristan replied, "they can't come near your world. We're safe now." His words were only small comforts to Dylan, not enough to dispel the chill in the cave.The chill sent goose bumps on Dylan's arms, and his teeth were chattering.

"Can you see something?" She didn't like the silence. "Are we close to the train?" "Come on," Tristan said, "right in front of us, a few meters away." Dylan slowed down.It was pitch dark here, and she didn't want to hit the shock absorbers in front of the train. "Stop!" Tristan yelled, and she stopped in response, "reach out and touch, you've arrived." Dylan probed with his fingertips, and before his hand straightened, he touched something cold and hard.that train. "Find out where the door is for me," she said.

Tristan grabbed her elbow and led her for a few meters. "Here it is." He said, putting her hand in mid-air, just above his shoulder.She fumbled around with her hands, feeling dirt and rubber under her fingers, the treads in front of the train doors.She realized that the steps were high and they had to climb them. "Ready?" she asked.There was no response, but she could feel his hand on her arm. "Tristan?" "Ready." He whispered back. Dylan stepped forward, ready to climb up.She took Tristan's hand and folded it in her palm.She couldn't take the risk, couldn't let go of his hand.She doesn't care how indecent it is, she doesn't want to be deceived again.

"Wait." He tugged at her so hard that she had no choice but to turn her head.Tristan's other arm moved around her waist, pulling her into his arms.The road in the tunnel was uneven, so this time his face was level with Dylan's.His breathing made Dylan's face itch. "Look, I..." He spoke first, then fell silent again. She heard his heavy breathing.He held her chin and lifted it up a little bit, "Just in case." He whispered. Tristan's kiss was like goodbye.His lips hungrily pressed against her, kissing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.He let go of her face and slid his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer.Dylan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears.It's not a farewell, no.This is by no means the last time she feels his warm embrace and cuddles with him.no.They will have a million more kisses like this one. "Ready?" she asked again, this time almost choked for words. "No." Tristan replied in the dark.His voice was hoarse, and he sounded very frightened.Dylan's stomach cramped with nervousness. "Dylan," Tristan murmured in her ear, "I hope you're right." Dylan smiled in the dark, hoping so. "I don't know what to do," she said quietly. "I think we should find my body first. I think, in the middle of the train." She moved forward slowly and carefully.There was a dead silence in the carriage, but the beating of her pulse sounded very loud.Tristan was only a step behind her, but Dylan could barely hear his breathing.Her stomach convulsed violently.What if that doesn't work?What if her body is damaged beyond repair? What is that thing between your soul and your body?What was it that they had to get over?Blood, stumps, or that stupid woman's bags?Dylan couldn't help laughing after thinking about it, and the laughter was a little nervous.She turned her head to share the joke with Tristan, only to realize that her sneakers turned a little too easily, and there was something slippery under them.It wasn't some spilled juice, she was sure.Feeling nauseous, she quickly raised her foot, but something caught her heel.She lost her balance all of a sudden, causing her other foot to slip, but something got in the way.Her center of gravity began to lean back again, a little too much this time, and she staggered back again. She had time to take a sharp breath before landing.She struggled to reach out so as not to fall directly onto the cemetery-like floor.This time she stretched out both hands, holding nothing in their empty hands.