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,

to your wounds!"

was stunned—doubt flashed

urged him to keep his distance, yet his heart yearned for her to nurse

ever 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

reach your back," she said in a testing

need," he rejected her

trouble at all. I'm relying on you. At least, I should help

no need. Do you not understand?!" He suddenly raised his voice like a wild beast roaring in

was shocked, looking

blanket and pillow and sleep in the

"What?"

you the room." He

"Morpheus..."

helplessly, clueless about his sudden drastic change. Despite her

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

ask you to

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