Wake up!
Mo Chuxi's voice pierced Yan Xinxin's ears with overwhelming force.
In her eyes, his deep gaze—a glance so compelling—startled her into a shiver.
"Brother Xi..."
Eventually.
Her small lips moved slightly, her starry eyes gazing at him in confusion, softly uttering just these three words.
Mo Chuxi's heart wrenched as he looked at Yan Xinxin's innocent and bewildered large eyes. Suddenly, he felt profoundly guilty.
He shouldn't have tried to provoke her.
He should have let things happen naturally.
"I'm sorry, Yuan,"
He apologized softly, pulling Yan Xinxin into his arms, his eyes moist.
"It's all Brother Xi's fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
He blamed himself deeply, an immense sense of guilt twisting his heart.
"When you wanted to see Chun the most, I didn't let you. And now Chun is standing right in front of you, yet you don't even recognize her. It's all Brother Xi's fault."
Mo Chuxi felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
