Stray

Nemo was the first to wake up.

Ann drew some defensive arrays near the ruined home, but except for insects crawling everywhere, no other living thing approached. At this moment, the female warrior leaned her back against the corner of the ruins and slept soundly with her spear in her arm. Adrian hadn’t slept at all after last night. His right hand was place on his chest and his lips moved silently. He seemed to be doing a morning prayer.

Nemo and Oliver were still leaning against each other as their normal sleeping routine. Nemo’s head was resting on Oliver’s shoulders while Oliver’s cheek was rested on his head. Oliver was still fast asleep as his breathing was even and gentle.

Nemo Light didn’t dare to move, so he stiffly fell into serious contemplation.

How could he face Oliver? He couldn’t pretend that nothing happened. Neither of them were hot-blooded youngsters who couldn’t hold back a moment of impulse. Now that they had too many things to worry about, the team wasn’t strong enough to withstand too many intense feelings and the possible bad consequence from them.

However, these were all excuses, and he knew it.

He could of course directly reject Oliver. The other party didn’t seem to be the stalkerish-type and they might be able to return to a blissful relationship of being friends. A single “no” would cleanly solve all the problems.

But he couldn’t deny it completely.

‘How strange,’ Nemo thought. He had read too many love stories and had never forgotten those words he read. People always like to sing praises of love, and the burning emotions between the lines were always separated from the reality. Passionate people claimed it was as if the heart melted and the brain froze. It was like swallowing 10,000 bees and had countless wings buzzing softly in one’s ears. When they look at the scene in front of them, it was divided into their lover and the rest of the world.