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The moment Cynthia removed Tristan’s helmet, he quickly wobbled and dropped to the floor. As if he didn’t have bones in his body.

“Tristan! What’s wrong?!” She said in shock and hurried to assist him.

Tristan turned his head away but Cynthia’s response was fast. She definitely saw his deformed appearance.

His jaw was crooked. Cuts in various shapes and sizes could be seen. A black patch also painted his neck to his shoulder.

He felt ashamed and closed his eyes. Praying for time to pass quickly.

In order to survive, Tristan had to use his mouth and face a lot. It became disfigured after some time. His mouth and sense of taste were also damaged. He couldn’t speak anymore.

Tristan felt desolation sinking to the pit of his stomach. He knew he was a coward. He felt ashamed. What kind of woman would like someone like him? Was she a saint?

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Tristan’s entire face was numbed. But it didn’t mean it couldn’t sense a slight sensation. His eyes turned blurry. To him, what was happening was unbelievable!

He saw a string of saliva connecting their two lips. The woman blushed before cleaning it.

But like a fool, he just kept staring at her.

Someone like him… who couldn’t move without full armor… who no longer had the ability to speak… who should hide his disfigured face… who was lesser than a normal man…

“I’m sorry.” She bowed and put his helmet back. “I didn’t think enough. You always supported me but I wasn’t even careful with your feelings.”

“But I don’t want to regret it.” Her eyes showed a strong resolve! Though, he could see the sadness hidden inside.

Tristan didn’t know what happened to him. He pulled the woman into his embrace. The hot steel made Cynthia grimace but she soon got used to it.

Tristan tried hard to open his mouth with tears peeking at the corner of his eyes. He could feel the blood rushing out of his throat. But he still struggled. And then finally with a hoarse voice.

“Don’t worry. Just walk forward like you always do.”

Cynthia stared at him in shock before a bitter-sweet feeling mingled in her heart.

“I got your back.” He wrote on her trembling back with his finger.

The day after that, Cynthia led a team to subjugate the west. She showed unbridled vigor and confidence.

The news came back right after, however.

That day, Tristan wept on his armor. But no one could see it. They thought he was a cold-blooded bastard.

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