Tristan’s heart was like a fire burning. He slid down the window of the car, and the moist and salty sea wind blew in, cutting his face like a blade and also bringing him calmness.

He thought of a place.

It had the most beautiful scenery and the steepest cliff. Quite a few tourists fell down from there by accident. Based on his knowledge of Jessie’s character, she might choose that place in extreme emotion.

The wind was increasing its speed, and huge snowflakes fell from the air and danced their way down in the wind. The snow blocked Tristan’s view and made him more anxious. He pushed further down...