NovelStartChapter 1432: You're Bleeding?!
Monica quickly picked up her own bowl and walked over, handing him a set of utensils, then sat down next to him.
This was Tristan's first teating a mildly spicy cheese pot, he didn't dislike it at all. Instead, the aroma whetted his appetite.
Monica turned her gaze, curiouslylooking at him. His features were truly handsome, and in her mind, eight words instantly popped
up: "exceptionally graceful, unparalleled in the world."
Aware of the girl's gaze, Tristan looked back, their eyes meeting.
"Have you eaten this before?" she asked softly, putting away her smitten eyes.
Tristan shook his head, "No." He glanced at her and shifted his gaze, taking a bite, and he was reminded of a past he didn't
particularly wish to share with her.
From childhood to adulthood, he had to take a lot of medication, so he had many dietary restrictions, strictly following the
guidelines set by a nutritionist. He had never even seen, let alone eaten, anything like this.
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"I eat it often." Monica smiled and shared her experiences while eating, "But my mom doesn't allow it, she thinks it's unhygienic."
Tristan said, "It's better to eat less."
"lI won't listen to her, but | will listen to you!" she said half-jokingly, half-seriously, "I will eat less in the future."
Tristan looked at her again, his expression calm and gentle.
Monica shared, "I used to think that you should enjoy life while you can, so whenever | encountered something | liked on my
journeys, | would try it! After all, food is of utmost importance to people."
While she was talking and eating, she always felt a strong desire to share with him when they were together.
Tristan was somewhat envious of her life. Although she also lacked a father's love, she at least had a mother's love, and she had a
carefree childhood.
As they chatted and finished eating, they couldn't help but think of Claire.
After all, finding Claire was the most important thing at the moment. Having searched for so long without any leads, everyone was
feeling rather heavy-hearted.
"Do you think..." Monica was tidying up the table, feeling suddenly saddened, "Is Claire dead?"
Tristan had pondered this question, and he fell silent.
It was not until she stopped her actions and looked at him as if waiting for his answer.
"There are two possibilities." Tristan objectively analyzed, "But until we find the body, we are more inclined to believe she is still
alive."
But in reality, the possibility of finding a body was also quite high.
Monica fell silent, there was a trace of sadness in her eyes, "She was indeed pushed down, the river is so deep, she would drown in
minutes." She had just experienced it herself and was still terrified.
Tristan knew, but he didn't dare to face it.
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Could a vibrant person, in the prof her life, just die like that?
The silence... made the sadness in the air even more palpable.
The rain outside the window gradually stopped.
Monica threw the packed garbage into the trash can. She stood next to Tristan, who was sitting on the sofa, looking up at her.
Tristan said, "Shall we go out and take a look?"
"Uh-huh." Monica nodded, she was also very worried.
Just as Tristan got up to walk out, she saw fresh blood seeping onto his back, staining his white shirt, it was so striking!
"You're bleeding?!" Monica covered her mouth, her voice trembling, her face pale with fright! Her eyebrows were also inadvertently
furrowed.
Tristan paused, only then did he feel a sticky sensation on his back. He looked over his shoulder, but he couldn't see anything.
"How did you get hurt?!" Monica was frightened, her face full of tension and worry, "Does it hurt? Sit down quickly! I'll treat your
wound first!" Then she hurriedly looked for the first aid kit, and almost tripped over the coffee table as she turned around.
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