As If Married to a Sample Chapter 225

In the deep forest, the stream gurgled and flowed. The water was crystal clear, but the water surface was occasionally tinged with red.

By the stream, a man was sitting on a small wet stone, with his back leaning against a slightly larger stone. His body was slightly tilted, and he coughed slightly from time to time, his voice seemed a little hoarse.

The clothes on his body were also in some tatters, torn into pieces, and there were some blood stains. There was a thumb-sized wound diagonally from the chest to the abdomen. It looked particularly terrifying. The blood on the wound had barely been suppressed and became a little... It was hard and a little dark, and it had obviously been a lot of time.

The man had his eyes closed and his breathing was shallow, or weak. If his face had not been obscured by the night, you would have seen how pale it was at this moment. There was no trace of blood on his lips, and his whole person exuded a kind of decayed silence. Full of sadness and regret, he slightly covered his eyes with his hands, as if he was preparing to fend for himself.

If it weren't for the occasional movement in his chest, I would have thought this man was dead.