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.

breaths of the past were now so faint they were

dilated, and her body became rigid

spread from her core, threatening to

die!

from Thalassa’s depths, a

her voice choked with

for her cell phone to call for a ambulance, but the fear of leaving Lysander alone,

go, her heart aching as if cleaved by a

her phone, but her mind was

1/2

whereabouts.

the phone, but the fear that it might be a final act of separation was

despair, her voice weak, she pleaded, “Lysander, please wake up.

up,

I won’t drive you away again… Please, wake

villagers heard the explosion, their

chaos subsided, they gathered around Thalassa’s house to see

heart-wrenching, while Astrid was buried under the

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