At the moment he asked those last two words, Mo Chuxi felt a sharp pain tear through his chest.
The pain was like being flayed alive, making even breathing unbearable.
Yan Xinxin lowered her gaze and stared at the household registration book, lost in thought.
Her vision blurred, little by little, amidst the silence.
"Did you hear what I just said?"
She asked softly.
Mo Chuxi could clearly hear her voice trembling slightly.
The overwhelming guilt and remorse made escape impossible. Mo Chuxi gripped the steering wheel tightly, his deep eyes laced with profound apology and compassion as he looked at Yan Xinxin.
"Yes, I had a daughter. Back then, I was pregnant with twins,"
She curved her pale lips and began to speak, a bitter smile lingering there.
