Mo Chuxi, who had just finished showering and stepped out of the bathroom, saw Yan Xinxin leaning against the wall with an odd expression on her face. He quickly wrapped his bathrobe around himself and strode over to her side.
"Xinxin, Xinxin..."
He called out to her repeatedly, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
Lowering his gaze, he saw that her eyes were rimmed with red. She raised her head, her gaze filled with a sort of confusion and helplessness as she looked at him.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of extreme fear and panic in her eyes.
"Brother Xi, save Yuan! Yuan mustn't fall! Brother Xi!"
Hearing her sudden plea for help, Mo Chuxi froze.
Could it be—could it be that she's remembered the scene from back then when she fell into the water?
Is that why she's calling his name, praying for him to save her?
"Brother Xi, goodbye!"
Yan Xinxin suddenly shouted "goodbye" to him, bringing Mo Chuxi back to his senses.
"Xinxin! Xinxin! Wake up!"
"Hiss..."
