Mo Chuxi squatted down in front of Yan Xinxin, extending a square box tied with a ribbon to her, roughly the size of a four-inch cake.
He knelt on one knee in front of Yan Xinxin, his gaze filled with warmth and affection like a spring breeze.
"Open it and take a look."
Looking at the man in front of her with such sincerity, Yan Xinxin pursed her pale lips and gave a faint smile.
"Xi, you don't have to coax me anymore, I'm not..."
"Just take a look first."
Mo Chuxi interrupted, placing the box in Yan Xinxin's hands.
Seeing him smile so persistently, Yan Xinxin had no choice but to raise her hand, reaching to the ribbon tied in a bow.
With a gentle pull of her fingers, the ribbon fell apart, and the sides of the box fell open.
A few four-inch sea salt cakes appeared before Yan Xinxin's eyes.
She had seen many cakes before, but what surprised her were the words written on the cake.
Wife, I'm sorry.
