NovelEnglishChapter 1150 What Is Happiness? "I've said a lot. Tristan, | don't know much about you yet. Would you like to say something?" Lydia was in a good mood. "For example, your hobbies, your relationship history, your life goals, and so on." Claire's first impression of Lydia was that she was talkative, maybe too much. She should take it slowly.
But Tristan was very calm. He didn't talk much.
They were completely the opposite.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClaire watched them chatting like an audience.
Tristan looked at Lydia. She smiled and looked at him expectantly, "Speak, I'm listening! Since | was a child, my father has been speaking highly of you. But | have never met you. " Tristan's thin lips parted slightly, "I don't like reports, | have nothing to say." Claire was slightly startled. She looked at him intently. He looked elegant and proud, and his gaze was as serene as a deep well. He said, "It takes tand effort to understand a person." "Then will you givetime?" Lydia wasn't embarrassed at all, her head turned quickly, "I'm very interested in you!" Sure enough, it was a blind date. Claire felt that she was inspired to write.
But based on her years of experience in studying relationships, she felt that these two people won't make it.
"So, what do you think happiness is?" Tristan closed his eyes, then picked up the teacup and looked at it carefully, "To be happy, two people must be at the schannel first." Lydia was stumped.
She thought about it seriously, "Feeling happy is happiness." Tristan was silent.
She continued to add, "Having enough money, being with loved ones." Claire turned to look at her.
Lydia added, "I grow up under my parents’ protection. And | am happy. So | guess happiness is the feeling of security." What is happiness? Claire was also thinking about this question for the first time. Maybe happiness was having her parents alive.
Tristan looked up and looked at Claire, realizing she was thinking about this question too.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSo, he said softly, "Claire, what do you think happiness is?" The girl raised her eyes and bumped into his sight again, "Why do you ask me?" She smiled, "You are on a blind date with her, don't mind about me." "I'd like to discuss it with a writer." Tristan said in a gentle voice, "Because there is no single answer to this question. Everyone feels differently." Lydia looked at Claire, suddenly very interested, "Oh, so you are a writer? So what do you think? Tell us. But don't put it too complicated. Say something we can understand. Otherwise, he wouldn't understand what | was saying." "Writer? Hey no, | just like writing . " Claire was kind of embarrassed. She looked at the girl next to her, then at the man sitting across from her, and said casually, "Home, lover, food." The room was in silence...
"That's it?" Lydia's eyes widened. She wasn't in the mood yet.
"Yup." Claire nodded, "Just three words, shall | repeat?" Tristan was very satisfied with her answer, his day was lit up.
At this time, after talking a lot and drinking five cups of tea, Lydia finally couldn't hold back the urge to use the bathroom. She got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. You guys go on." Then she walked towards the bathroom.
Tristan looked at Claire, and found her smiling, "What are you laughing at?" He was very curious.
"Is it true that rich kids all have face-blind dates?" She asked.
Tristan frowned slightly, and explained, "I guess we can't really change our parents’ minds. But it's alright, just a task. | won't waste my ton people | am not into. I'll make things clear before she leaves." Claire thought of what he said, and she suddenly had a bold guess, "Are you in love with someone else?"
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