Looking into Mo Chuxi's steadfast and guilt-free gaze, Lin Yuan'ai was suddenly stunned.
"Because I fulfilled the promise I made to Yuan back then, so I have no regrets."
Lin Yuan'ai froze again, watching Mo Chuxi's departing figure, feeling completely bewildered.
What exactly was going on?
Why did Chuxi react so calmly to the fact that Yuan was still alive?
And why did he say such a thing earlier?
He fulfilled the promise he once made to Mu Qianyuan?
That promise... what was it?
Lin Yuan'ai thought over and over but couldn't figure it out.
In the side hall.
Little Chenxi pointed at the toy wooden house and several tiny figurines she had personally set up, happily tugging Yan Xinxin's hand, her soft, pink lips moving lightly.
"This is Mama, this is Papa, and this one, this one is Xi Brother."
Her sweet, childish voice chirped.
Yan Xinxin smiled.
"Then, where is our adorable little Chun?"
Little Chenxi suddenly jumped up excitedly, leaping in front of Yan Xinxin.
