These three words involuntarily burst from Yan Xinxin's mouth once again.
Every time, when she's frightened, anxious, or lost, it feels like yelling out these three words can dispel all unease and fear.
These three words seem to possess a miraculous kind of faith.
But she doesn't understand. Why does she yell these three words? And who is she calling out to?
Is it Mo Chuxi?
Am I… Could it be that I am really Mu Qianyuan, the one who was declared dead?
"Yan Xinxin? What are you doing here? What are you screaming like a lunatic for?"
Mu Qianshui came over from the adjacent room, her voice dripping with discontent the moment she saw Yan Xinxin.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed something was off about Yan Xinxin's expression.
What was she shouting just now?
Brother?
Mu Qianshui silently recalled.
Yan Xinxin snapped out of her daze, her head feeling heavy.
"Why are you at my home? What are you here for? To flaunt it in my face?"
