Chapter 1842

Moss let out a quiet snort and then slowly rose.

He gently covered Melon with the blanket, careful not to wake him.

Melon didnt stir, lost in the embrace of sleep.

A glint of metal caught Moss eye-a dagger, lying within easy reach.

He picked it up, its weight familiar in his hand.

His expression hardened as he looked from the blade to the sleeping Melon.

For a long moment, he stood motionless, lost in thought.

Then, with deliberate slowness, Moss raised the dagger, aiming it at Melon.

In the dead of night, Melon was jolted awake by the potent smell of blood.

images from the days gunfight flashed through his mind, causing him to sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air. Instinctively,

the darkness, Moss! At that moment, a clicking sound filled the room, and the room was suddenly flooded

he heard Moss annoyed voice, saying, Why are you shouting?

a chair, shirtless, removing the bandages from his shoulder and tossing them onto a

from his

freely, and his forehead was lined with

he bit his lip, refusing to make

stunned, unsure if he was awake

some tissues from the table and tiptoed over to Moss, his

Thank goodness, youre alive.

thought you might

you standing so

standing dangerously close as if he had no fear of the knife potentially harming

couple of steps, still holding the tissues, his young

sweating a lot and just wanted to help

Melon said this, his expression

eyes turned red

Moss was being so harsh

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