"But with my appearance like this, won't you be scared..."
Jayden Maguire asked cautiously. Even he was frightened when he saw his own face now.
"I won't!" Nana Monty answered decisively: "I only feel heartache. When I see the wounds on your face and body, I think about how much pain you must have felt being burned by the fire, and how great it would be if I could alleviate some of your pain."
Upon hearing this, Jayden Maguire was deeply moved. He grabbed Nana Monty's hand and pulled her into his arms: "Thank you, Nana."
"No need to thank me, husband."
Nana Monty looked up, stood on tiptoe, and took the initiative to kiss Jayden Maguire on the lips.
His sexy, thin lips were left with just a slit after the burn, and his skin was wrinkled, like a piece of paper that was crumpled and then spread out again.
But Nana Monty didn't mind; she kissed him earnestly, showing him that her love for him was real, not just simple words spoken.
"Nana..."