Yan Xinxin halted her steps, sensing the warmth coming from behind and that familiar orchid scent, her once heavy heart slowly regaining its rhythm.
Mo Chuxi hugged her from behind, his arm encircling her slender waist, nestling his handsome face greedily in her neck.
A faint fragrance wafted to his nose, the scent he loved.
"Qianyuan, you know, I would never really blame you."
After a long silence, Mo Chuxi finally spoke.
His deep, magnetic voice was lethally captivating.
Yan Xinxin smiled softly, looking down.
"I know, Brother Xi wouldn't really be angry with Yuan. Even if he is angry, it's only temporary, but this time Yuan really made a mistake."
"Everyone makes mistakes, especially when Xiao Yiran deliberately tries to sow discord between us. It's unavoidable; you can't be blamed. Besides, you weren't wrong; I deceived you."
In the end,
Mo Chuxi took the blame upon himself.
Yan Xinxin's heart ached hearing this.
