Chapter 283: The Bleeding heart - II

I could not bear the sight of Tristan’s head dropping onto his chest, his body swinging side to side as if with one force, even the tiniest amount of it, thrown his way would push him to the ground like a fallen soldier.

Yet, the whoops and cries of happiness of the staff members of the palace that had been tortured upon before made me rethink the entire situation and the feeling for Tristan.