Mo Chuxi's heart faltered, as if his heartbeat had skipped a second.
Yan Xinxin had postpartum depression?
"It was because of the Eldest Lady's death. It hit her hard, and coupled with her living environment..."
Ah Ding paused slightly as he spoke.
"It took about half a year before Lady Yan's mental state improved slightly."
Listening to Ah Ding's words, Mo Chuxi pressed his thin lips tightly together.
"And after that?"
"After taking care of Xi and weaning him, she went to Ancheng University to study. While studying, she had to care for Xi, take on part-time jobs, and still hand over one thousand yuan a month as household expenses to her mother…"
"Bang!"
Mo Chuxi slammed the document shut forcefully, his thick brows furrowing to the extreme.
He couldn't bear to listen any further.
So meeting him was her greatest misfortune.
Everything she endured over these past five years—all of it was because of him.
