"What did you say?"
Yan Xinxin stared at the man in front of her, visibly stunned.
"You said... Chun? Why are you asking this?"
She looked at him, her eyes filled with a tangle of complicated emotions.
After several seconds of suffocating silence, Mo Chuxi watched as Yan Xinxin turned and walked to the edge of the railing, gazing at the sunset-drenched sky with a faint sigh and smile.
"I saw that child once, but when I woke up later, I never saw her again."
Yan Xinxin lowered her gaze and spoke softly, silently recalling those moments.
"The doctor said I was malnourished, in poor physical condition, which caused Chun to not get enough nutrients. She was born with deficiencies and died of heart failure..."
As those memories resurfaced, Yan Xinxin's eyes involuntarily flushed red under the amber glow of the sunset.
