"I thought my wife was truly so ruthless."
He quipped, sitting down on the lounge chair.
Yan Xinxin ignored him, walked straight to the side of the lounge chair, and sat down beside him, preparing the wound care tools.
She said nothing, her small face cold, carefully reaching out to unwind the blood-stained gauze. After unwrapping it, she saw the cut on his arm, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Regretting being so ruthless with me? Feeling heartache now?"
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes to meet Mo Chuxi's deep gaze.
"You're overthinking. I was just wondering if I should have been even harsher!"
Mo Chuxi's long brows tightened, and he grabbed Yan Xinxin's small hand that was holding the cotton swab.
"Yan Xinxin, do you want to know why I disturbed Chun's peace?"
Chun?
Yan Xinxin lifted her teary eyes.
"Why do you say my daughter's name so intimately?"
Mo Chuxi gazed intently into Yan Xinxin's eyes.
"Your daughter is my daughter too."
