Yan Xinxin had already turned around, her back facing Ning Zitong and the others.
However, the words Ning Zitong said at this moment resonated clearly and loudly throughout the banquet hall.
Every word she spoke pierced deeply into her heart, with no wound or blood, yet the suffocating pain was so palpable.
"Mom, Yuan doesn't blame you. Maybe this was Yuan's fate, but heaven has not been unfair to us. Yuan has returned to his home and reunited with Mom, Dad, and Brother!"
The hypocritical voice of Mu Qianshui followed, making Yan Xinxin feel even more heartache.
She lightly bit her lip, her tears already blurring her vision ahead.
"Xinxin, don't let it affect you."
Mo Chuxi leaned down to her, whispering comfort.
"You still have me and your dad. You're not alone."
"Yeah!"
Yan Xinxin nodded heavily but still couldn't hold back her tears from falling.
"Chuxi, I need to go to the bathroom."
"I'll go with you."
