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.

Her breath caught in her throat, and with shaking hands, she reached out to feel his

breath.

were now so

her body became rigid as tears momentarily forgot

from her core,

Lysander, don’t die! Please

Thalassa’s depths, a

uncontrollably, her voice choked with

body shook as she attempted to reach for her cell phone to call for a ambulance, but the fear of leaving Lysander alone, even

to let him go, her heart aching as

she looked around for her

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whereabouts.

to search for the phone, but the fear that it might be a final act of

her voice weak, she pleaded, “Lysander,

up,

forgive everything. I won’t drive you away again…

the explosion, their first instinct was

out of their homes, and when the chaos subsided, they gathered around Thalassa’s house to see

found Thalassa clutching a man, her cries heart-wrenching, while Astrid was buried under the rubble, her whereabouts

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