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

tend to your

was stunned—doubt flashed through his

distance, yet his heart

one had ever cared for him or relieved his

through the clouds was precious to

said in a testing manner. "Let me help you,

he rejected

continued a moment later. "It's no trouble at

need. Do you not understand?!" He suddenly raised his voice like a wild beast

shocked, looking

pillow and

"What?"

you the room." He glanced at her. "Do as I

"Morpheus..."

there helplessly, clueless about his sudden drastic change. Despite

tried her best to

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

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