Mo Chuxi spoke decisively and coldly turned away.
Yan Xinxin hurriedly caught up and grabbed his hand.
"Xi, he really will die!"
"He deserves it."
"I know you hate what he did to me, but his intention was for me, his sister..."
"Yan Xinxin, don't deceive yourself."
He interrupted, slightly tilting his tall, handsome figure, looking down at her small, frowning face, his heart softened.
"Qianyuan."
He turned around, gently caressing her cheek.
"Qianyuan, listen to Brother Xi, don't do this. You have heart disease, and people with heart disease aren't suited for such risky surgeries. Brother Xi doesn't want to risk losing you again."
"It won't happen, I'm fine, the doctor has assessed my body, my heart condition is stable now, there won't be any issue..."
"Then do you want to see me raising four children without a mother alone later?"
"..."
Yan Xinxin froze, her mouth slightly agape.
Mo Chuxi gently caressed her small face, his dark eyes wandering over her features.
