Inferno Hearts | Xu Minghao

70. All My Scars

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"I let you see the parts of me, that weren't all that pretty,
And with every touch you fixed them."

Minghao's gaze stayed steadfast on her face, refusing to lower for even a moment. He found himself ensnared in the depths of her tear-filled eyes, as if caught in an unbreakable trance.

The sight of her tears was a cruel blow, shattering him into a million pieces.

She stood there, vulnerable in her undergarments, poised to reveal the countless scars she bore, both inside and out.

It was a moment of raw courage, a profound act of trust, and Minghao braced himself to witness the pain etched into her very being.

In a gentle, tender voice, Minghao inquired, "Nabi...what are you doing?"

His heart ached at the sight of her baring her soul and scars, an ache tempered with a genuine desire to understand her pain and support her through it.

As he watched her standing there, vulnerable and exposed in the faint glow of the moonlight, he couldn't help but wonder about the depths of her intentions.

She gently brushed away her tears, her delicate fingers a tender caress against her damp cheeks. In a hushed tone, she confessed, "I'm ready... ready to reveal all my scars to you."

Minghao, unwavering and compassionate, continued to hold her gaze as if trying to convey through his eyes that he was there for her.

The connection between them seemed to transcend mere eye contact, as if an unspoken understanding and acceptance had already begun to weave itself into the fabric of their relationship.

"Nabi, my love," he began, his voice carrying a soothing melody as he closed the distance between them, his heart beating in sync with the unspoken emotions in the air.

His hands gently cradled her cheeks, tenderly wiping away the remnants of tears with care and love, all while maintaining an intense gaze that sought to reassure her.

"I want you to do this only when you are truly ready," he whispered, the words held sincerity and understanding.

Minghao wanted to emphasize that there was no rush, no pressure to unveil her vulnerabilities. He longed for her to know that he would be there, patiently standing by her side, whenever she was ready to share the intricacies of her soul.

She leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth and comfort it exuded, like a gentle wave washing over her.

With a soft sigh, she allowed herself a brief moment of vulnerability, closing her eyes to fully immerse herself in the sensation of his love.

She opened her eyes, her hands seeking his as if finding solace in their connection. "I want to share the stories behind every scar on my body," she said, her voice carrying a blend of determination and vulnerability.

There they stood, in the quiet intimacy of that moment.

Nabi, standing in her undergarments, bared not just physically but emotionally, ready to unveil the marks that told the story of her resilience.

Beside her was Minghao, shirtless, his chest adorned with a tattoo—a masterpiece crafted to symbolize his love for her scars, a manifestation of his desire to embrace and cherish every fragment of her being.

He tenderly pressed a kiss to her forehead, a gesture filled with reassurance and affection.

In a soft and soothing tone, he replied, "If this is what you truly feel, then I'm here for you, Nabi. I only want to support you, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any way."