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.

bit his lip, striving to

to your wounds!" Persephone

was stunned—doubt flashed through

his distance, yet his heart yearned for

one had ever cared for him

of sunlight breaking through the clouds

said in a testing manner. "Let me

he rejected her

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

Do you not understand?!" He suddenly raised his

looking at him

pillow and sleep in

"What?"

He

"Morpheus..."

about his sudden drastic change. Despite her

her eyes, and she tried her best to hold them back as she sat on the

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

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