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.

to go home,

clever; youll figure out how to

fingertips began to

looking at his

gaze rested intently on Melons clear,

had spent much time together, and Melon had

was offering his final

Melons wrist, settled himself more comfortably, and closed

absorbed in watching the

Moss lie still, eyes shut, Melon feared

hand to check Moss breathing, praying desperately that he was

a faint breath from Moss, confirming he was just

removed Moss blood-drenched shirt to inspect his wound, silently hoping it wasnt located over the

the

was no wound

upward, eventually discovering that Moss had

a deep abyss, from which blood

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