Inferno Hearts | Xu Minghao

71. Your Lips Against My Scars

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As tears streamed down her face, she looked at him with an overwhelming surge of love.

It felt almost surreal, the depth of care and affection he was showing her. In all those years, she had never experienced such an outpouring of love.

His words, his embrace, the way he looked at her—it all made her heart swell with a mixture of gratitude, awe, and pure, unadulterated love.

It was a beautiful revelation, a confirmation that she was deserving of this love and that someone saw and appreciated every part of her, scars and all. It was a turning point, a moment of healing and transformation.

Minghao tenderly wiped her tears, his touch gentle and comforting. He drew his face closer to hers, planting a soft kiss on her cheek, feeling the saltiness of her tears. Then, he pressed another kiss at the corner of her mouth.

"Now, it's time for you to listen to me, as I get to know every scar on your body more intimately. Will you allow me?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her, filled with a genuine desire to demonstrate his love.

She nodded, her eyes reflecting a desire for him to be closer to her past, to see and understand all her scars more intimately.

It was an invitation for vulnerability, a longing to have him witness the chapters of her life etched into her skin.

He placed another tender kiss on her forehead, inhaling her comforting scent, a gesture filled with love and care.

With a gentle touch, he guided her to the bed, wanting her to feel safe and secure as they embarked on this journey of vulnerability and healing.

Minghao gently led her to sit on the edge of the bed, his movements tender and deliberate. He slowly caressed her hair, his touch soothing and reassuring.

As he looked down at her, there was an unspoken understanding, a silent promise of love, patience, and support.

He was prepared to stand by her side, offering love and understanding, as they faced her past together, a united front against the shadows that lingered in her memories.

Slowly, he kneeled in front of her, his gaze still locked onto her teary and beautiful eyes that captured his attention completely.

It was as if time stood still in that intimate moment. The vulnerability and strength he saw in her eyes moved him, deepening the love and admiration he felt for her.

Minghao's heart swelled with a profound desire to hold her close, to ease her pain and show her the love she deserved.

He placed his hands on both of her sides, gently tilting his head and leaning slightly to bring their faces closer.

In this tender closeness, he could feel the warmth of her breath, the beat of her heart, and the unspoken emotions that danced in her eyes.

His gaze lowered, shifting to her ankle, where scars bore witness to her past.

He delicately circled his hands on her leg and gently guided it onto his lap. His touch was tender and reassuring, offering a sense of safety and love.

He caressed the scarred place, acknowledging the pain she had endured.

Then, with a gentle bend, he pressed a kiss on the scar, a loving gesture that conveyed his admiration and respect for her strength.

Nabi looked at him, tears continuing to fall, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and understanding.

"This scar," he began softly, "is a testament to the strength that little warrior within you possessed, enough to bring you here, to be with me." He pressed another tender kiss on the scar, his lips lingering for a moment.