She shook her head to make sure she wasn't drunk and looked repeatedly at the scar on her face, which was indeed there.
So, did he just see things?
"Come on, let's keep drinking." She raised her glass and clinked it with his.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead." Perhaps it was because she had acknowledged him as a younger brother or because she had had a bit to drink, Heather was much warmer to him now, not as cold as she had been initially.
"How did you get the scar on your face? Who did this to you?"
Didn't they get their hand twisted off?
That would have been a miracle...
Heather smiled, placed a finger on his lips, and shook her head: "No asking."
Mo Jun Tian was taken aback again, feeling his heart starting to beat chaotically, and he quickly moved back.
