Chapter 108
Nina quickly wiped away the tears from her face, trying to appear normal, then turned to him, saying, “You’ve had quite a bit to drink today. You should lie down and rest.”
Nash, not mistaken, furrowed his brows slightly and asked again, “Were you crying just now?”
Nina instinctively lowered her head and replied, “Got something in my eyes.”
“Why were you crying?” he asked. He rarely saw her shed tears, and when she did, it meant she was really upset.
Nina’s gaze shifted to him, hesitating for a moment before she asked, “When I was cleaning you up earlier, I noticed many wounds on your body. I never noticed them before. I didn’t realize you had so many injuries.”
He paused, realizing her tears were shed for him, and asked, “Are you worried about me?” His words caught Nina off guard, leaving her feeling empty yet accelerated, as if her deeply buried secret was about to be revealed.
“I’ve never seen so many wounds on a person before. It must have been very painful when you got those injuries,” she said.
She was the kind of person who needed to prepare mentally even for a minor needle prick, let alone gaping wounds.
Nash’s demeanor softened, devoid of the usual coldness and aloofness. “You do care if I’m in pain. Nina, you’re the first person to express concern,” he chuckled softly.
Nina met his gaze, seeing a mix of surprise, satisfaction, and self-mockery in his eyes.
“How could that be? You’ve had these wounds for a long time. There must have been people who cared about you back then-your grandfather, your mother, and your aunt. Many people were concerned about you.” Nina’s thoughts were straightforward.
He had grown up surrounded by a halo, with a retinue of people constantly attending to him, as if he was too precious to lose.
But then she thought, if he was so valued, why did he continue to sustain so many injuries?
The gunshot wounds on his body she could understand, but how did he acquire the others?
Nina felt bewildered, her eyes filled with confusion. Since she had discovered them, Nash had nothing left to hide. He unbuttoned his shirt again, allowing her to see every scar on his body clearly. Nina bit her lip, still finding it disturbing to look at.
Nash furrowed his brows, dismissing the past as unworthy of recollection. “It’s been a long time, and I’d rather not dwell on it,” he said casually. Then, his deep gaze met Nina’s, a sense of relaxation evident as he smirked, “But seeing you shed tears for me just now, I know you truly care for me.”
Nina suddenly realized there were multiple layers of meaning in his words. One was that he was pleased by her concern for him, and the other was that he believed her concern was genuine. Recalling his selfless act to save her years ago, Nina sighed softly, “Nash, living until now, you must have endured a lot.”
At the sound of her words, Nash’s eyes narrowed slightly, surprised by her frequent utterance of such unexpected remarks. He chuckled lightly, “Whoever said living was easy? We shouldn’t focus on the present but on the future.”
If he had merely led an easy life, he wouldn’t be standing before Nina in such good condition now. The grass on his grave would probably be overgrown.
What he said made sense; life was never easy, only varying degrees of hardship.
Nash didn’t say anything more. He averted his gaze and got off the bed.
Now in an incredibly relaxed state, he proceeded to remove his shirt in front of her.