His comforting voice at this moment felt more like a tear-inducing trigger, and Yan Xinxin's vision was quickly overwhelmed by tears.
"Chuxi…"
She leaned against his chest, her heart filled with countless unspoken words.
"Did I do the wrong thing by keeping silent? Should I have told them I might actually be Mu Qianyuan?"
She choked up, her eyes blurred and cloudy.
Mo Chuxi raised his hand gently, brushing against her head as he spoke softly to comfort her.
"If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't know how to face my family either."
As he spoke, he loosened his embrace, lifting his hands to cradle her tear-stricken face tenderly.
"No matter what, I'll support your decision."
"Chuxi…"
"Earlier, she said Mu Qianyuan is still alive. This revelation, in my opinion, is most likely leaked by Mu Qianshui."
"But how could she know that Mu Qianyuan is still alive?"
Yan Xinxin felt puzzled.
