“He told me about that scar on your waist.Didn’t you get it when you stabbed one of those thugs who attacked him?Tsk,tsk—so foolish.”
“He said the scar made him feel sick,like looking at a centipede.That’s why every time he touched you,he had to turn off the lights.Otherwise,he couldn’t even get aroused.Hahaha.”
Her laughter was sharp and cruel.
My blood ran cold.All my strength drained away.I slid down the wall and sank to the cold floor.
That scar.
It was the year we graduated from college.He had just started his business and had crossed the wrong people.One night,they cornered us in a dark alley.I rushed in like a madwoman,trying so hard to protect him.
A fruit knife cut deep and I ended up spending two weeks in the hospital.He stayed by my bedside every day,crying like a child,promising to cherish me for the rest of his life.
Now,remembering that,I could only force a bitter smile.
So it was because of that scar that he lost his desire.
So,because of that scar,he couldn't even get aroused.
So every time his hands brushed that scar,all his talk about“this makes my heart ache”had been nothing but an act.