Looking into Yan Xinxin's tear-filled, urgent gaze, Mo Chuxi suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.
He reached out his hand and held her slightly cold hands.
"Yuan, let's go home with Brother Xi first."
"You can tell me first."
Yan Xinxin insisted, abruptly withdrawing her hands.
Mo Chuxi's palm was suddenly empty, and his heart felt hollow.
Seeing Mo Chuxi remain silent, Yan Xinxin's heart ached as well.
"Mu Shaoqian is my brother, my real brother! Yes, he's done a lot wrong, and indeed it's hard to forgive, but in the face of a life, his mistakes are insignificant!"
Yan Xinxin emphatically criticized.
"Chuxi, why do you promise me on one side and deceive me on the other? What hurts me most is not that I can't save my brother, but that the person I love most has deceived me!"
She cried out, taking a step to bypass Mo Chuxi and turn to leave.
Mo Chuxi quickly reached out to grab Yan Xinxin's wrist.
