Inferno Hearts | Xu Minghao

54. Stay With Me

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"I swore to myself not to feel you, but my own hands betray me."

A solitary tear slipped from her eye, her unwavering gaze fixed upon Minghao, who dashed towards her in a state of panic. She stood alone in the bathroom, her trembling hand clutching the shard with unwavering determination, as it pierced her soft skin, blood dripping to her hand and down her neck.

"Nabi, no!" Minghao's panicked cry sliced through the air as he rushed toward her in the blink of an eye. But the shard had already burrowed its way into her skin, creating a long cut, a shadow of pain.

Droplets of blood cascaded from her collarbone, staining her white shirt and transforming it into a deep crimson canvas.

In an instant, Minghao reached her side, his hand swiftly rising to her bloody neck. With a determined grip, he intercepted her hand, which tightly held the shard, steering it away from her delicate neck.

Her neck glistened with blood, intensifying Minghao's panic. He cried out in distress when he realized Nabi's unwillingness to release the shard from her clenched fist. "Nabi, let go!"

The shard's cruel bite had penetrated her palm, saturating her hand in a grim display of crimson. Minghao's heart raced as he wrestled with frantic determination to pry the shard from her clenched fist. In the midst of their desperate struggle, droplets of her blood dripped into his open palm, mixing with the sweat of his exertion. He watched in a mix of dread and determination as her blood, vibrant and alive, cascaded into his hand, forming a poignant scene of pain.

"Nabi, release it!" Minghao's voice echoed with panic as he took in the alarming amount of blood she had lost.

It was only at that moment that Nabi found the strength within her to cry out, her voice breaking through the walls of the bathroom. "No, let me do it!" she yelled at Minghao, whose desperation was palpable.

The room seemed to close in around them, the lingering scent of her blood mingling with their fear, as Nabi's cries echoed in the space, a raw expression of the pain that enveloped them both.

"Nabi, release it! I won't allow you to do something like this!!" He declared, his voice filled with determination to save her from herself. Minghao's voice thundered as he yelled at her, their eyes locked in a desperate gaze. His heart shattered as he witnessed the agony in her eyes, a pain so profound it sent shivers down his spine.

His gaze darted downward, landing on her neck, where a stark, ominous cut oozed a ceaseless flow of blood, as his other hand immediately coming to cover the cut on her neck, trying to stop the bleeding.

Panic surged through him, and he screamed again, his voice quivering with desperation, "Nabi, you're losing too much blood! I'm begging you, please, let it go!" His pleas echoed in the bathroom, a desperate chorus in the face of impending tragedy.

But Nabi clung to the shard with a relentless grip, her small, trembling fist refusing to yield. Despite the overwhelming lightness she felt from the loss of blood, she shook her head with unwavering resolve. "I'll rather kill myself than returning to him," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, carrying the weight of her painful past.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him, and Nabi's response pierced his heart like a dagger, leaving him torn and helpless. Minghao grasped the painful reality that any aggressive attempt to wrest the shard from her hand would only inflict more agony upon her.

As he continued to struggle, Minghao sensed Nabi's grip growing weaker with each passing moment, a stark consequence of her significant blood loss. Recognizing a critical moment, he seized the opportunity and, in one swift, decisive motion, wrested the shard from her grasp. The piercing sensation of the shard penetrating his own skin registered briefly, but in that moment, his concern for Nabi outweighed any pain he felt.