Chapter 1840

Noticing Melon, Moss weakly motioned him over, saying, Come here.

Without a second thought, Melon rushed to Moss side and, seeing him drenched in blood, asked in alarm, Moss, are you okay? Moss gave no reply to Melon.

Blood trickled from his fingertips and splattered onto the deck, yet he made no sound of pain.

His jaw clenched tightly, and his lips paled to white as he bore the severe pain, with sweat forming on his brow.

Noticing this, Melon moved closer, wanting to offer comfort, but Moss seized his wrist.

Listen, the people chasing us are all dead.

I need to rest now.

You can do whatever you like.

If youre hungry, theres food in the storage below the cabin.

Moss inhaled deeply, struggling to remain conscious despite his injury. He spoke with difficulty, teeth gritted.

And-youre free now.

you wish to go home,

clever; youll figure out

Moss fingertips began to

looking

rested intently on Melons

spent much time together, and Melon had brought laughter to his

his injury was grave, he was offering his final

settled

too absorbed in watching the blood to fully grasp

still, eyes shut, Melon

a shaking hand to check Moss breathing, praying desperately that he was

detected a faint breath from

to inspect his wound, silently hoping

the heart would surely be

there was

discovering that Moss had been shot

wound seemed a deep abyss,

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