Mo Chuxi turned back in confusion.
Yan Xinxin rested her head on his shoulder, a smile on her lips that seemed both bitter and helpless.
"In my mom and brother's mind, they have developed a deep resentment for the person Yan Xinxin, and they won't think of me as Mu Qianyuan. It's understandable, really."
"Just like what Mom said, from the start she defined me from Mu Qianshui's perspective, and then everything she said and did was riddled with a strong resistance and disdain. She knows well that she hurt me, which is why she said those words."
As Yan Xinxin spoke, she lifted her gaze to meet Mo Chuxi's eyes.
"I don't want her to spend the rest of her life just trying to earn my forgiveness, nor do I want to see her break down and have a heart attack. I also don't want my brother's head chopped off for me to sit on as a stool..."
"Xinxin."
Mo Chuxi forcefully held her hand.
