Chapter 1364

Thalassa fought to contain the fear and pain welling up inside her, convincing herself that Lysander had merely fallen asleep.

She called out to him, certain he would awaken.

But no matter how loudly she called his name, there was no response.

Her hands, wrapped around his back, felt a warm, sticky liquid. Even without looking, she knew it was Lysander’s blood.

Before he had collapsed, his mouth had been oozing fresh blood.

Her cheek brushed against his, still warm to the touch, his skin firm and masculine as ever.

Trembling, Thalassa cradled Lysander’s face in her hands, gently lifting his head to face her. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw blood flow from a gash on his head, cascading across his thick brow, past his handsome eyes, and even trickling down his nose to his lips.

The scene was a dagger to Thalassa’s heart, the pain so intense it threatened to suffocate her. Yet, a sliver of hope lingered Lysander was just injured, merely unconscious, and he would recover.

shaking hands, she reached out to

breaths of the past were

dilated, and her body became rigid as tears

an agonizing pain spread from her core,

die! Please

depths, a cry of

voice choked with tears. “Lysander, I’ll tak

as she attempted to reach for her cell phone to call for a ambulance, but

to let him go, her heart aching as if cleaved by a

and trembling, she looked around for her phone, but her mind was blank on

the phone, but the fear that it might be a final act of separation was overwhelming.

weak, she pleaded, “Lysander, please wake up. If you just

drive you away again…

villagers heard the explosion, their first instinct was

out of their homes, and when the chaos subsided, they gathered around

heart-wrenching, while Astrid was buried under the

among themselves, pointing

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