Persephone froze as she gazed at Morpheus.

He bore numerous wounds, spanning from his neck down to the back of his feet. Positioned with his back to the bathroom door, he appeared to be tending to an injury on his back.

Bruises, swelling, cuts…

There were bruises and patches of dried blood, silently proclaiming to the world that he had endured a brutal and vicious battle.

Yet, at the shopping mall, he had displayed nothing.

It turned out he had been suppressing his pain.

Persephone felt a jolt in her heart. Her hand, covering her mouth, slowly dropped.

“Aren’t you… sleeping?” he asked.

“I woke up,” she said softly. “Your wounds.”

“It’s nothing.”

Morpheus seemed calm, but his heart was in turmoil. Grabbing his clothes quietly, he accidentally aggravated the wounds on his back in his haste.

He bit his lip, striving to endure it.

to your

was stunned—doubt flashed

distance, yet his heart yearned for her to nurse his

cared for him or relieved his

harsh realities of life. Even a sliver of sunlight breaking through the clouds was precious to him. However, he knew that the thing he cherished

said in a

he

continued a moment later. “It’s no trouble at all. I’m relying on you. At least, I

not understand?!” He suddenly raised his voice

was shocked, looking at him

blanket and pillow and sleep in the

“What?”

room.” He glanced at her. “Do

“Morpheus…”

helplessly, clueless about his sudden drastic change. Despite her good intentions, he made her seem mean.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join &


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