It was a cutting criticism of her personal motives.
A chill ran from her fingertips to the tip of her toes.
Was it? Was it? Was it!
Was it true that she had no intention to sacrifice herself? Was it true that she was selfishly waiting for Hua Zi to stop her?
No! No! No!
Meng Fuyao growled, staggering back with ragged breathing. She desperately waved her hands in an attempt to chase away these phantoms. "No! I did not! It wasn't like that! I… I was taking off my clothes so I wasn't able to focus and my reaction was slow… It was not like what you said!" she screamed.
