The rain at the end of autumn and the start of winter carried a sense of damp coldness.
Mo Chuxi really wanted to take Yan Xinxin out for a break, but the weather didn't allow it.
Returning to Mo Manor, he accompanied Yan Xinxin back to the room.
The drizzle, like dense little needles, pierced Yan Xinxin's heart.
She took out the paternity test report from the drawer.
Flipping to the last page's conclusion, the words "Confirmed Biological" were clearly visible.
"Plop."
Tears fell onto the paper, and recalling the recent events, her heart remained restless.
As sorrow and sadness gripped her, the hand holding the paper was tightly grasped by his warm palms.
Yan Xinxin recalled her thoughts, slowly turning her head to look at the man sitting beside her.
At the moment their eyes met, it was as if he understood all the words she wanted to say. Yan Xinxin bit her lip hard, crying as she threw herself into Mo Chuxi's broad embrace.
"Xi!"
She cried out.
