Hearing Mo Chuxi’s words, Yan Xinxin froze for a moment.
Let go of those unhappy shadows and start again?
Mo Chuxi gently reminded her, pulling the slightly dazed Yan Xinxin forward.
The suite was spacious, its environment overwhelmingly luxurious.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was an ocean view, the sunset casting its glow on the waves, radiant like orange amber.
She noticed the dining table by the window set with a sumptuous dinner, candles flickering, and a bouquet of red roses emitting a faint fragrance.
She turned her head and saw the Kingsize bed, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.
Mo Chuxi stood nearby, observing Yan Xinxin’s shifting emotions, stepped behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
A warmth radiated from her back, but Yan Xinxin abruptly stiffened, summoning unexpected strength to shove Mo Chuxi away. She stumbled backward toward the dining table, accidentally knocking over a glass of red wine.
The dark crimson liquid seeped across the tablecloth, and Yan Xinxin stared at it in shock and confusion, her heartbeat accelerating.
"Mo Chuxi, don’t come any closer!"
She jerked her head up to stop him, her expression and complexion both paling slightly.
Mo Chuxi froze, his heart aching as he took in her appearance, feeling a heavy guilt settle over him.
Yan Xinxin gripped the edge of the table with her right hand, raising her left to lightly pat her forehead.
Her gaze fell to the steadily flowing wine, but what surfaced in her mind was an unfamiliar image: a torrent of rushing water, cold and unyielding. It surrounded her, battered her...
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Mo Chuxi’s low and soft voice resonated by her ear, pulling Yan Xinxin abruptly out of the vivid memory.
She lifted her startled, panic-filled eyes to meet Mo Chuxi’s fathomless gaze.
He raised his hand to gently cup her small face.
The sunset fell on Yan Xinxin’s pale and colorless features, lending her a gentle beauty that stirred affection.
"Forget those unhappy things. Let’s start anew, okay?"
His lips moved softly, his gaze unwavering.
Yan Xinxin stared at Mo Chuxi in a daze, watching as his handsome face drew closer...
Mo Chuxi pressed his delicate lips contentedly onto Yan Xinxin’s soft ones, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
Seeing her offer no resistance, Mo Chuxi closed his eyes, his lips lingering gently on hers, ready to let things proceed naturally when Yan Xinxin suddenly raised her hand and pushed him away.
He opened his dazed deep eyes abruptly, meeting her defiant gaze.
"Don’t make me hate you more."
His profound eyes bore into her conflicted, watery ones, and his thin lips parted faintly.
"If you cannot love, then hate."
Yan Xinxin froze momentarily, speechless. Mo Chuxi raised his hand, his fingertips lightly brushing her delicate cheek, tucking her long hair behind her ear.
"Since you still can’t let go, then we won’t talk about anything for now. Share dinner with me, and afterward, come home with me, okay?"
"Does that mean you don’t want our son either? You haven’t returned for nearly two weeks. Don’t you miss Xi and Chenxi even a little?"
His words made her furrow her brow, clear signs of her being moved.
Mo Chuxi seemed satisfied as the corners of his lips pulled into a faint smirk. He leaned close to Yan Xinxin’s ear and planted a gentle kiss.
"After dinner, come home with me. I will tell you about Chun."
Yan Xinxin’s eyes widened abruptly upon hearing this.
"Chun? Mo Chuxi, have you found something? Is Chun really still alive? Tell me!"