Mo Chuxi’s steps suddenly halted.
"Did you go through with the DNA test?"
"Yes."
Yan Xinxin nodded with a smile, her gaze complex as she looked at Mo Chuxi, but she quickly lowered her eyes and shifted her focus away.
"As it turns out, I was overthinking things. I’m not..."
"You’re not? Not what?"
Mo Chuxi questioned her with confusion.
"Hah—"
Yan Xinxin let out a long sigh, her gaze drifting to the sea of hydrangeas blooming under the twilight.
"Mo Chuxi, is it because Mu Qianyuan loved hydrangeas that you planted so many of them?"
She asked calmly, but saw Mo Chuxi’s brow furrow deeply.
"I saw plenty of hydrangeas at the Mu family estate too, and it seems like everyone in the Mu family, except for Mu Qianshui, is still very much longing for Mu Qianyuan. So, I was guessing... Mu Qianyuan loved hydrangeas. Am I right?"
Listening to Yan Xinxin’s analysis, Mo Chuxi hesitated for a mont before gently nodding.
"Yes, she loved them very much."
"So don’t tell ... the hydrangea jewelry set was actually designed by you?"
"It was ."
He made no effort to deny it.
"Before I t you, I truly couldn’t let her go."
His reply, though softly spoken, weighed heavily, landing deeply in her heart. Yan Xinxin felt an unexplainable stir inside her.
She lifted her clear eyes to look at the man softened by the golden veil of dusk.
"Then... were all those clothes and dresses collected by you for her?"
Mo Chuxi did not shy away, eting Yan Xinxin’s gaze directly. He nodded again.
"Yes, I collected them for her."
It was just a simple, quiet answer, yet the mont Yan Xinxin heard it, a peculiar warmth seed to flow into her chest.
Inside her heart, it felt as if a little rabbit had leapt in, bouncing around and around...
Bouncing so hard it hurt, making her eyes sting even more.
Her tears slipped uncontrollably down her cheeks, crystal-clear beads cascading from her eyes.
Mo Chuxi felt a sharp pang in his heart and quickly strode to her side.
"Yan Xinxin, you’re not allowed to cry."
His tone was commanding, yet his voice carried an unusual tenderness.
"No, I don’t want to cry, but..."
Yan Xinxin tried to explain, pulling the corners of her mouth into a smile, but still couldn’t stop the tears flowing down.
She truly wasn’t sad at all—on the contrary, she felt inexplicably excited and happy.
Mo Chuxi watched as Yan Xinxin cried, her tear-streaked face radiating a delicate beauty, and his heart ached with regret over what he had said earlier.
Yan Xinxin liked him. He could feel it clearly.
Now, as he confessed to doing these obsessive things for a girl who had been gone for years, how could she not feel hurt?
"You were so wonderful to Mu Qianyuan. I think if she could sense it, she would surely be incredibly happy."
Yan Xinxin spoke through her tears, her words brimming with admiration and gratitude.
Yes, she would be happy.
Just like Yan Xinxin felt in this mont—strangely joyful and sweet inside.
But Mo Chuxi only felt increasingly guilty and remorseful. Seeing Yan Xinxin unable to stop crying, he suddenly raised his hands to cup her small face, then leaned down and kissed her.
"Mmph?"
His kiss was fervent.
The thin line of his lips started at her mouth and traveled down to her ears.
"Yan Xinxin, don’t overthink things."
He murmured gently by her ear, his voice carrying an intimate insistence.
"Qianyuan was once special to , but the aning you hold in my heart is entirely different."
He explained, as if wanting to dispel any misunderstandings she might have had.
Yan Xinxin’s heart leapt suddenly, and she could palpably feel the intensity of Mo Chuxi’s actions at this mont—a fervent obsession that radiated from his presence.
He held her even tighter, his teasing kisses lingering over her lips and visage.
"Yan Xinxin, I think I’ve really fallen for you..."
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