Mo Chuxi lightly parted his lips, and in those deep eyes, there seemed to be an unspeakable pain surging.
Yan Xinxin was stunned for a moment, dazedly looking at the man whose eyes suddenly filled with a mist.
"Chuxi..."
Her heart skipped a beat, sensing something was amiss.
"Chuxi, what's wrong? Where's Little Yu Yuan?"
"Xinxin, there will be no Little Yu Yuan in the future."
"..."
Hearing Mo Chuxi's reply, Yan Xinxin's heart abruptly froze, and her thoughts were fiercely pulled.
"No way, impossible, how could it be! I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Little Yu Yuan—"
"Xinxin, Xinxin, Xinxin!"
Suddenly.
A familiar and worried voice of a man called out beside her ear, and Yan Xinxin suddenly opened her eyes, seeing the man's worried face leaping into view.
She was dazed and found herself lying in bed at the moment.
"Xinxin, did you have a nightmare?"
Mo Chuxi asked with concern, and Yan Xinxin's eyes gleamed, as if that's when she completely woke up.
