บท 142: Twin Souls

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky along with a downpour.

The trees in the forest swayed vigorously due to the strong wind, forming a rustling sound as they hit each other. It sounded like weeping or probably more like it was recounting a tale.

On the muddy ground, two slim and weak figures snuggled together. The howling wind caused them to tremble and they leaned closer to each other.

At this moment, the boy's thin shirt was torn apart. The back part of his body had a shocking wound. With his skin torn and flesh being exposed, blood ran down his back quietly, forming a tiny stream on the muddy ground.

The color drained from the boy's face. His lips quivered due to the excruciating pain and he pursed his lips to prevent himself from bawling in agony.

"Little Pomelo, I think I am about to die," the boy murmured weakly to the girl in his embrace.