"Chun."
Seeing Ye Lirong's stunned expression, Yan Xinxin calmly parted her lips as she looked at her.
"She is my Chun."
"...What?"
Ye Lirong was utterly shocked!
She stared wide-eyed at the little Chenxi clutching Yan Xinxin's dress hem, her heartbeat pounding furiously!
This face, these eyes, the contours of her features—they were almost identical to Yan Xinxin's!
Those unique feline eyes, with their innocent and bewildered gleam, were precisely like Yan Xinxin's childhood gaze!
But how could this be!
"How... How is she here!"
Ye Lirong exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at the radiant, delicate Chenxi before her.
Hearing these words, Yan Xinxin's heartbeat momentarily faltered. She looked at Ye Lirong with deep suspicion in her eyes.
"You ask why she's here? Shouldn't you be asking why Chun is still alive?"
Ye Lirong's face turned pale.
"I..."
