Chapter 77 It seems you might not get another chance.

"I never thought the last time I'd see him would be our final goodbye." Tristan's eyes seemed to be drowning in an ocean of grief. There he stood, his tall figure enveloped in sadness, his once firm and powerful aura now vanished. Nova stood quietly by his side, giving him strength in her silence. She held Tristan's hand tightly, her way of saying, "I will stay with you." Everyone has a vulnerable spot deep inside, no matter how tough they appear. The photo of his grandfather showed a beaming smile. He would have been a wise and kind old man if he were still alive. Nova remembered her mother, once so full of life, now just a name on a cold tombstone. She understood all too well the harsh reality of life and death. "They were all kind to me, but no one came close to Grandpa," Tristan said, managing a faint smile that couldn't conceal his deep sorrow. Those acts of kindness often came with their own agendas, some sort of calculation behind them. Even Violet's love for him wasn'