His tone brimmed with a blend of indulgence and coaxing.
Yan Xinxin sat motionless, clutching the quilt, her gaze drifting far, far away... Google seaʀᴄh noᴠelfire.net
Fragments from the day before yesterday and yesterday began to play vividly and completely in her memory once she quieted down...
After returning from the hotel, noticing something unusual about her body, she had secluded herself in the bathroom to shower.
After chasing Xiao Yize out, she had planned to soak in cold water but accidentally slipped, falling hard and hitting her head on the floor.
Later, in a flurry, she had settled herself into the bathtub, immersing her entire body in the cold water, trying to regain clarity.
But even though it was scorching hot, she couldn’t help but feel an icy chill.
The sensation of being submerged in water made her feel terrified, suffocated—she felt her strength ebbing away, the desperation to break free and surface growing, yet everything before her eyes was pitch black.
Just when she struggled to open her eyes, Mo Chuxi appeared. He lifted her up, and the first words she uttered were: Brother Xi, you’ve come...
During the two days that followed, she continually referred to herself as Yuan and clung to Mo Chuxi with an unshakable dependence. Not only sleeping together, but even showering—the two were inseparable...
She unreservedly allowed Mo Chuxi to wash her completely...
Yan Xinxin’s pupils gradually dilated, struggling to digest such a reality.
"Yuan, Brother Xi loves you. Are you willing to give yourself to Brother Xi?"
Last night, leaning close to her, his gaze tender, this question echoed clearly in her ears again.
And her answer back then...
"Yuan is very willing."
Scalding tears silently rolled down from her eyes, stunned, she shook her head in a daze.
"I really am Mu Qianyuan. I am really her..."
She started to accept this truth.
Because she had no choice but to accept it.
Even though she hadn’t fully recalled the tiny fragments of her childhood, throughout those two days she referred to herself as Yuan, she had gathered enough reasons to believe that she indeed was her...
"Yuan, do you still remember what fruit Brother Xi likes most?"
Mo Chuxi gently probed.
Yan Xinxin blinked blankly and hazily, not looking at him, but responded without hesitation.
"What’s Brother Xi’s favorite color?"
"Does Brother Xi prefer soft candy or hard candy?"
Three questions. Yan Xinxin answered them without a moment’s thought, as if by intuition.
Mo Chuxi smiled faintly, moving closer to her.
"Then does Yuan know why Brother Xi likes peaches, prefers light blue as his favorite color, and enjoys soft candy the most?"
This question seemed to make her pause momentarily.
Yan Xinxin slowly lifted her head, her large, tear-filled eyes dazedly meeting his gaze.
She didn’t understand.
But regarding the answers to the previous three questions, she was absolutely certain she hadn’t made a mistake.
Mo Chuxi raised his hand to gently brush her hair, his deep gaze glistening with faint moisture.
"Silly girl, don’t you know? It’s because Yuan likes peaches, likes light blue, and loves soft candy. That’s why Brother Xi likes them too."
Upon hearing his answer, tears spilled from her eyes.
In that instant, her heart was filled with overwhelming gratitude.
Mo Chuxi looked at her, held her hand tightly, his gaze darkened deeply.
"But now, it’s because of Yan Xinxin that I like desserts, love cakes, enjoy the dishes she cooks for me with her own hands, and cherish our daily bickering. Yet, what I cherish most is a woman named Yan Xinxin."
His tone was profoundly serious.
"It’s not because she’s Mu Qianyuan that I love her. It’s because being with Yan Xinxin brings me genuine happiness, and I want nothing more than to have her beside me forever."