She stared at him, staring at him intently, her eyes never leaving the man's face.
This is a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
She held her breath because she couldn't breathe anymore.
This is Mo Chuan's face!
But is he really Mo Chuan
She shook her head lightly, no, he wasn't!
On the right half of the man's face, there was a shocking scar, with sinister teeth, stretching from the corner of his right eye to the corner of his mouth.
It's like a perfect piece of porcelain that was suddenly broken into pieces, or like a beautiful picture that was maliciously smeared with ink by a naughty boy.
Although the long wound had healed, it was still bright red and looked very scary.
Shen Ning suddenly shivered intelligently.
Because this man's facial features, except for the scar on his face, are almost identical to Mo Chuan's.
Could he really be Mo Chuan
How could Mo Chuan have such a horrific scar on his face! His kung fu is so high, who in the world can leave such a scar on his face
No, he can't be Mo Chuan!
Mo Chuan is not the beast in front of him at all. Mo Chuan respects her so much that he will never do anything to force her, and he will not use such despicable means to get himself!
Shen Ning shook her head vigorously, but her eyes were already covered with tears.
Suddenly, she thought of Chu Shaoyang whispering in her ear through the hijab:
"Guess who is the man with the scar on his face?"
A man with a scar on his face? !
This is the person in front of me!
who is he? who is he? who is he!
Shen Ning's fingers began to tremble, and she tremblingly touched the scar on the man's face and slowly covered it with her palm.
With the scar covered, the half of the man's face exposed was clearly Mo Chuan!
His eyes were closed, his long and thick eyelashes were motionless, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a satisfied smile, his limbs were lazily sleeping in the moonlight, like a beast that had just eaten its prey.
Shen Ning gritted her teeth and gave the handsome scarred face a hard slap.
"Snapped!"
A clear and loud slap rang out in the silent night.
The man woke up with a start. He opened his eyes suddenly and met Shen Ning's burning eyes staring at him.
For a moment, the man thought he was still in a dream. He reached out his hand in a daze, trying to touch her cheek.
"Why did you wake up and not sleep for a while?"
She waved his hand away and shouted with almost all her strength:
"Mochuan, it's you!"
As soon as the word "Mo Chuan" entered his ears, the man's body shook suddenly, and he froze as if his acupuncture points were tapped, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
He stared at Shen Ning blankly, without moving his eyes. After a while, he slowly looked away and saw the silver mask lying under the bed.
The hand that was frozen in the air slowly touched his own face, touching the hideous scar.
"Yes, it's me." He turned his eyes to her face again. Without the mask, he smiled at her. The ugly scar not only did not damage his beauty, but instead added a bit of strangeness. Charm.
"I wanted to tell you in Kyoto, but I didn't expect that you would find out in advance." He said with a smile: "It's only my fault for being too negligent, and it's also my fault for being too smart. I already knew that I couldn't hide this from you for long."