Chapter 87

"But I was worried about you, so I came back and have a look. Are you leaving the hospital today?" Noah finally got to the point. "Yes. My mom wanted to send someone to pick me up, but I thought you would come, so I refused. I don't want others to see me like this.”Tristan was surprised at his sentimental words. Living in a hospital did make him more sentimental. "Okay. I'll go through the discharging formalities first. Wait for me for a moment. Then I will come back to pick you up." Noah stood up and walked out. Looking at Noah's receding figure,Tristan felt as if it had been a lifetime. Loneliness could make one feel incomparably warm when he saw another person. It was said that a friend in need is a friend in need, and so was Tristan. After Phoebe left, he never contacted her again. Tristan warned himself to be cruel to her. Therefore, he didn't eat the food that was sent by Phoebe, neither did he answer her phone nor text back. If he was softhearted once, he would go back to the vicious circle. He could not afford to waste time with her anymore. Tristan knew how heartless he was now, which meant how affectionate he had been. No one would be willing to constantly give, even if they had a purpose. This was human nature. Phoebe still texted him every day, indicating that they should make up. But the broken mirror couldn't take back, and spilled water cannot be gathered up. No, Tristan didn't want to make up with her at all. In the past, Tristan cared about Cora, but he always felt guilty to Phoebe. He blamed all this on Cora, but later he found that it was unfair to her. It was his psychological problem, but he had to impose it on Cora. So now, he would never be softhearted towards Phoebe. As for the exposure of the divorce news, he hadn't decided yet. Maybe he should apologize to Cora. But what was the point if Cora didn't forgive him? It was said that if a woman's heart was broken, she would never come back. In fact,Tristan was more worried about Cora’s choice. He never showed his love for her, but hurt her again and again. If it were him, he might not forgive himself. After Noah finished the discharge formalities, Tristan stood up from the bed. His legs still hurt. It seemed that the wheelchair beside him must be used. He couldn't let anyone else see him like this, or there would be another disturbance. Tristan wore the hat and sunglasses he had prepared in advance. He looked very mysterious and conspicuous, but he had no choice. He didn't know who was waiting for him outside. After helping Tristan sit on the wheelchair, Noah joked, "If people don't know your real condition, people would think you are old." Tristan took a deep breath and didn't answer. Instead, he said, "I can finally go out to breathe some fresh air. I've been waiting for this for too long." Noah shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. If he had been lying in the hospital for so long, he would have been sick. So Tristan should be more composed. He wouldn't complain casually, but he was calm and didn't care about details in doing big things. As for these, Noah always sighed that he was inferior to him. But Tristan didn't think so. Sometimes he envied Noah's freedom. He felt that he was restricted too much, but he couldn't break free. Everyone's life is a cocoon. The difference is that what fetters us is not the visible cicada pupae, but the ones that can't be seen or touched but affect us. Noah slowly pushed Jacob out of the door. Tristan only felt that the sky outside was terrible, but it was much better than the deathly white in the ward. The white was so depressing that it almost drove him crazy. In fact, the reason why so many mental patients couldn't recover should have something to do with the color of the hospital. It was either white or gray, which would make people think that their life had lost color and make a wrong judgment. Tristan had seen a mental patient before. Until now, he still couldn't understand why the mental patient smashed the glass madly. Perhaps some people went crazy because of some specific object. Thinking of this,Tristan came back to his senses and finally got rid of this depressing hospital. He could finally recover and do what he wanted to do. However, there were countless obstacles in front of him that he had to overcome. The road ahead was still very dangerous and worried. Sometimes what stops us is not the dangerous road ahead, but our hearts. People were afraid of hesitation and loneliness, which made us vulnerable. It was said that a playboy would never change his fortune, but when he did, there might not be anyone waiting for him. Tristan was sitting in a wheelchair. Looking at his strange and sad back, Noah didn't say a word. For some cases, if they talked too much, it would be meaningless. Even though he couldn't feel much pain in his shoulders and legs,he still remembered how pained he was when he woke up. And how hurtful Cora’s words had been to him. We have gone so far that we have forgotten why we set off. Outside the hospital, even at night,Tristan still felt a sense of freshness. He was like a child who had made a mistake and was finally released from the small dark room. After helping Tristan get into the car, Noah put the wheelchair in the trunk. He got on the car and started the engine. The car whizzed. Without looking back, Noah looked straight ahead. There was obvious concern in his tone. "When will you go to the funeral tomorrow? Don't you really worry about it? Do you need me to take two bodyguards to protect you?" "No need. Even if there is any accident, don't worry. I owe him, and I should pay him back." Tristan’s tone was as calm as a lake without any waves. "No, Tristan. I know you have a guilty conscience, but it's not all your fault. You don't want this happen. I know." Noah was afraid that Tristan might have some problems. He couldn't leave him alone. "I have made up my mind. It's okay. I can take it." It seemed that Tristan didn't want to talk about it anymore. He whispered in a low voice. "Well, I won't force you." Noah sighed. He would combine hard tactics with soft. Even if Tristan didn't agree, he had to take bodyguards with him. After all, it was hard to predict what would happen. Tristan squinted his eyes as if he was a little tired. "Does Cora know you will attend the funeral tomorrow?" Noah's hand stiffened for a moment, "I told her about it." Tristan knew the later part, but he said nothing. Come was like a duckweed on him. He couldn't catch her or see her clearly. "Forget it. It's my own business. I'll handle it myself." Tristan’s turned his head to look out of the window. It turned out that he missed everything he had before so much because he had lost it. He had been in a hurry through this world of colorful flowers, but he had never stopped to appreciate its beauty for half a minute. He had always been chasing after something that could not be seen or empty, as if that was what he was thinking in his heart. Until now, he realized that he was wrong, totally wrong. "How about stopping on the bridge later? I want to see the night view of the city." Tristan said in a low voice. He felt inexplicably relieved when he was with Noah. Since he was hospitalized, he found himself more sentimental. In the past, he always felt that he was not afraid of anything, but now he realized that there was nothing that could make him strong enough to be fearless. Noah nodded without saying anything. It was like when fate was rotating, even though everyone knew that they would eventually die. But the scenery along the way was still unforgettable. The car stopped at the parking lot by the bridge. Tristan was determined not to let Noah hold him. Noah couldn't bear to force him with his tenacity. Tristan limped to the bridge. The huge neon lights on the bridge were colorful, and under the bridge was a river. It was more like a stream than a river. But it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that standing on the bridge, the cold wind blew and feeling that every pore on his body was open, Noah quickly went back to the car and took the scarf, handing it to Tristan. Tristan looked back. "I said I like the sun, but I always look for a cool place in sunny days. I said I like rain, but I always like to hold an umbrella in the rain. I said I love Cora,but I hurt her again and again. Now I say I like the cold wind in the autumn night. I don't want to wear a scarf anymore. I don't want my life to be full of unspeakable refusal. "