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.

his lip,

to your wounds!" Persephone

flashed

urged him to keep his distance, yet his

for him

breaking through the clouds was precious to him. However, he

your back," she said in

need," he rejected

and reluctantly continued a moment later. "It's no trouble at all. I'm relying on you.

no need. Do you not understand?!" He suddenly raised

was shocked, looking

pillow

"What?"

He glanced at her. "Do

"Morpheus..."

there helplessly, clueless about his sudden drastic change. Despite her

tried her best to hold them back

widened his eyes. "Didn't I ask you to go to

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