"Rip—"
Yan Xinxin's heart felt as if it had been torn open in an instant, leaving it a bloody mess!
Her heart was racing, and the silence all around made her feel as if darkness had enveloped her vision.
She didn't want to hear the murmuring whispers below, nor did she want to see the peculiar and questioning gazes directed at her.
Yan Xinxin slowly lifted her head and looked at the man beside her, whose expression remained somber and still. Her lips moved faintly.
"Whatever they say, I won't believe it. I only want to hear your answer."
She gazed at him, her eyes gradually reddening and glistening with moisture.
"Is it true? Was it really you?"
Looking into Yan Xinxin's crimson, tear-laden eyes, the clear and pure light in her gaze left him with no room to hide.
Mo Chuxi looked at her, neither avoiding nor denying, and finally nodded.
"It was me."
Two simple words, clear and direct, instantly caused her tears to fall like a torrential rain.
