The knife that pierced and cut Mars' abdomen was not that hurt. It did a cut, although it was not too deep. But the pain was not coming from it. Mars' heart was clenching in pain when as if cut by a knife. As he pressed his body forward to kiss Vanylla gently, he had to have consequences. Mars endured the stinging pain of his wounded skin and the blood starting to come out of him. Mars did not care at all.
His shirt was slowly drenched in blood. But Mars was still kissing Vanylla's lips in tears. Mars then let go of the kiss slow. He was continuing to hold Vanylla's cheek, which was also wet by tears. Mars' finger then caressed Vanylla's lower lip. He kept gazing into her eyes. His right hand that was holding Vanylla's back before, now moved to caress Vanylla's stomach. Mars still felt the unborn baby on her as he missed the moment so much with their baby.
