Yan Xinxin's question caught Mo Chuxi off guard.
His deep, light brown pupils involuntarily constricted for a second.
Yan Xinxin reached out and tugged at him, striding forward to stand right in front of him.
She lifted her gaze, her eyes complex and layered with emotions, and stared intently into his.
"Hurry up and answer my question! Are you lying to me?"
She pressed, her heartbeat pacing unusually fast.
Mo Chuxi steadied himself, lowering his gaze to look at Yan Xinxin.
"If I were the man from five years ago, and Xi and Chun were our children, wouldn't that be the perfect outcome?"
"If?"
"Yan Xinxin, let's just consider it this way—let's assume I was that man!"
His piercing gaze was probing, heavy and full of focus as he stared deeply into her eyes.
Her heart raced, yet she feared that the answer might slip through her grasp in the next instant.
