Her tears continued to fall non-stop, blurring her vision.
"Still crying? They are just minor injuries; haven't you seen them for yourself?" He caressed her tear-soaked cheeks, leaned down to kiss her tears away, and whispered against her skin, "I was careful. I only cut the epidermis. I didn't even nick a vein, and these wounds aren't deep enough to scar. Given some time, they'll disappear."
Looking at him through her blurry vision, she couldn't hide her heartache. "Why did you do this to yourself?"
In Mo Shiqian's opinion, these injuries were really nothing serious. He didn't want her to see them, but he knew her well enough to expect her tears.
"Wounds can heal, but some things, once done, can never be erased."
She pursed her lips, her eyes reddening. "Doesn't it hurt?"
He subconsciously wanted to say it didn't hurt, because he hardly felt it, but as the words reached his lips, he changed his response, laughing softly, "Well, it actually does hurt quite a bit."
