Her heart was racing, yet she suppressed her emotions, trying her best to stay calm.
But how could she possibly calm down?
Mo Chuxi smiled lightly, his lips curving upward as he gazed earnestly into Yan Xinxin's tear-filled, beautiful eyes, and finally nodded.
"Xixi is our little angel we lost five years ago, Chun."
Hearing this definitive response, spoken slowly from his elegant, thin lips, the tears brimming in Yan Xinxin's eyes instantly spilled over.
She wanted to say something, but not a single word came out. Her white teeth bit down tightly on her lip as silent tears streamed down her face.
"Xixi is Chun… How could this be? How could something like this happen?"
She struggled to believe it, yet the overwhelming joy of regaining something once lost surged into her chest. This feeling—she didn't know how to describe it.
