Yan Xinxin's hand, clutching the invitation, froze in mid-air.
She bent slightly forward, staring blankly at the neat and striking words written in the notebook.
Qianyuan.
This girl had always held an indelible presence in his heart.
Yan Xinxin slowly sat up straight and opened the invitation in her hand.
Groom: Mo Chuxi.
Bride: Yan Xinxin.
It truly was their wedding invitation.
But at this moment, she genuinely envied Mu Qianyuan, even though she knew she shouldn't feel this way.
After all, Mu Qianyuan had passed away at the age of six, and the feelings between Mo Chuxi and her at that time were innocent and pure.
Mo Chuxi's longing for her only further demonstrated that he was a man who valued emotions and loyalty deeply. Yet, from the perspective of a woman, she couldn't help but feel envious.
Thinking of that DNA report with Mu Qianshui, Yan Xinxin let out a mocking smile.
She shouldn't have entertained such ridiculous fantasies.
