His tender words carried a hidden confession.
Looking into her clear eyes, he saw a tangled and intricate longing.
Mo Chuxi reached out his elegant hand toward Yan Xinxin, his deep, dark gaze shrouded in an aura of tenderness.
"Yuan, forgive Brother Xi for believing so resolutely in your departure all these years."
He apologized.
"Xinxin, also forgive Mo Chuxi, the man who hurt you five years ago. He didn't mean to, but meeting you again five years later, and every subsequent accidental encounter—that was intentional."
Mo Chuxi spoke with candid honesty, his gaze wrapped in a profound and gentle light that enveloped her.
"Because he likes you. Likes Yan Xinxin."
The unequivocal confession spilled from his thin lips.
Yan Xinxin froze, her tightly clasped hands slowly loosening.
