Mo Chuxi clearly saw Yan Xinxin's expression freeze at his words.
"You, what did you just say?"
Her wide, shocked eyes suddenly reached out with trembling hands to grab his arm.
"Mo Chuxi, what did you say? My daughter isn't dead? Chun isn't dead? Do you know what you're saying?"
"I certainly know what I'm saying, and I clearly know what I'm doing."
Mo Chuxi looked into her eyes filled with expectation and surprise, and spoke steadily.
"Yan Xinxin, you never truly saw Chun dead. Someone just told you she was dead, didn't they?"
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin's pupils widened with terror once again.
"You mean to say someone deceived me? Chun never died?"
How could that be!
Yan Xinxin felt as if her chest was suddenly filled with something, and she found it hard to breathe.
Seeing her like this, Mo Chuxi frowned with anguish.
"Yan Xinxin, tell me, who was it that told you Chun died?"
