Trista's pov

"Don't wear so beautiful clothes when I'm not around."

When we walked out of the hotel, Donald picked me up.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

"Hold me tight if you don't want to hurt yourself."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. Because of crying, I didn't dare to look straight at him. I could only lean on his shoulder. My heart is very complicated -

How could I love him so much? To an incredible extent

Was it really good to go on like this

He carried me into the car and wiped my face with a towel.

"Donald, have you ever thought that I'm...