Chapter 949: Why Hurt Yourself So Much?

Her face was touched, and Meng Zhuqing instantly stiffened all over.

Usually, she wasn't so bold: she must have been drunk.

Meng Zhuqing kept her body rigid while thinking to herself, feeling that Tobanya must have been drunk to behave this way.

And indeed, Tobanya was drunk.

"You do resemble him quite a bit..." Tobanya said with a very obvious drunken slur as she touched his face, "just resemble... his face didn't have these things..."

She was touching the scars on his face.

Meng Zhuqing felt her heart nearly leap out of her throat.

"No…" she suddenly frowned and denied herself, "he seemed to have them too... also had… he was slashed with random knives…"

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhuqing felt uncomfortable again. He could see her guilt. She was feeling guilty toward him. But he didn't want her to feel this way.

Initially, he had been willing.

Now, if he had to die for her, he would still be willing.