Imprison Me? After Amnesia, You'll Kneel and Beg for My Favor! - Chapter 19

But Bo Anzhi, tears streaming down his face, began unbuttoning his shirt.

He took my hand and guided it to the raised ridges on his chest.

In the dim yellow light, I could clearly see the scars that crisscrossed his body.

They stood out, stark and jarring against his smooth, pale skin.

“Baby, after I left, every time I thought of you, I would cut myself.”

“Will you think I’m ugly now…?”

“Bo Min gave me the ticket. He found me that same night.”

“He said if I didn’t get far away from you, you wouldn’t even spare me a final shred of affection.”

“But if I left, he promised he would send me a picture of you every week.”

“So… so I chose to leave…”

Bo Anzhi leaned on my shoulder, his body shaking with sobs.

At the same time, several bodyguards emerged from the restroom, dragging a gagged and unconscious Bo Min with them.

“Bo Min, he…”

Bo Anzhi instantly covered my mouth, asking in a heart-wrenching tone, “Baby, you already have a place for him in your heart, don’t you?”

“My life in Belgium was awful. The wounds ache every time it rains.”

“But there was one good thing about it. The physical pain helped dull the pain of missing you.”

Bo Anzhi’s body was hot, and the hand holding mine felt like it was on fire.

He guided my hand over each of his scars, the tears at the corners of his eyes flowing even more freely.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. He led me by the hand to a car waiting outside.

As for the rest, that was a matter for Bo Min and Bo Anzhi to sort out, depending on how much brotherly love they had between them.