Along with her heartfelt confession.
Mo Chuxi froze in surprise and delight.
"Chun..."
"After the competition is over and we return, I’ll take you to see Chun."
Yan Xinxin’s heart skipped a beat.
"Really?"
"Really, no matter what happens in the future, Brother Xi will never lie to you."
"..."
"Yuan, Brother Xi also has sothing he wants to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I love you." I love you.
The dusk deepened, and as ti passed, night had fallen.
If not for that accident that separated them, he should have naturally beco Yan Xinxin’s boyfriend long ago. They would have had an enviable, tender high school romance.
He would have held her small hand all this ti, taking care of her as she slowly grew up.
But all of that was interrupted by soone’s sinister sche...
"Xinxin, I love you."
"Mm..."
Hearing his confession, Yan Xinxin trembled as she responded.
Yan Xinxin’s sudden scream startled Mo Chuxi.
To be honest, he really couldn’t understand a woman’s thoughts.
The morning sunlight quietly seeped through from the edge of the sky.
The dewdrops sparkled softly.
Mo Chuxi, dressed in a white bathrobe, sat on the plush carpet. His tall, lean fra leaned against the sofa, one leg bent upright.
The morning light fell on his sharp, chiseled features, blending a bewitching allure with tenderness.
Yan Xinxin, wearing matching white pajamas, lazily leaned against his chest, her head drooped languidly on his torso as she slowly chewed on the breakfast he fed her with a fork – a scene of blissful indulgence.
A few rays of warm sunlight poured over the two of them, illuminating a serene and intimate tableau.
Yan Xinxin closed her eyes, trying to recover the mories she had lost, but all that ca back were fragnted, chaotic flashes.
Then, a sudden thought struck her; sothing didn’t add up.
She turned her head, and Mo Chuxi paused mid-motion as he fed her.
"What’s wrong?"
"Xi, why did I feel dazed the past two days? Why did I think I was Mu Qianyuan and not rember being Yan Xinxin?"
Hearing her confused question, Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed slightly, his heart aching for her.
"Because Yuan is sick."
He didn’t hide the truth.
"I’m sick? What kind of illness?"
"I think it’s because when you fell into the water back then, you suffered severe trauma, so you..."
He hesitated, but seeing Yan Xinxin raising her eyes to look at him earnestly, he chose to be honest.
"You have dissociative identity disorder."
"What?"
Yan Xinxin looked dumbfounded.
"I have dissociative identity disorder?!"
What kind of nonsense was this!
"Yuan."
Worried she might get overly emotional, Mo Chuxi quickly sat upright, taking her hands in his to comfort her.
"Brother Xi will make sure you get better. You’ll be okay."
Hearing his reassuring words, Yan Xinxin finally believed it – she truly had dissociative identity disorder.
But no matter how she thought about it, it still seed bizarre.
"Mu Qianyuan is your primary identity, Yan Xinxin is your secondary identity."
He explained patiently, holding her hands with pained eyes.
"When you’re Yan Xinxin, you can rember the things Mu Qianyuan did. But when you’re Mu Qianyuan, you’re just Mu Qianyuan, with no mory of being Yan Xinxin."
Listening to his explanation, Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows.
Mo Chuxi gently stroked her delicate eyebrows, as if trying to smooth them out.
"Secondary personalities are usually stronger than primary ones, which is why for all these years, Mu Qianyuan’s identity has remained hidden in your subconscious."
As he spoke, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it softly.
"Xinxin, I promise you, I’ll make sure you can live happily and healthily as my wife."
"Ding-dong."
As soon as he made his promise, the doorbell rang sharply.
He frowned slightly, displeasure flickering across his face.
Who would have the audacity to disturb them this early?
He gently stroked Yan Xinxin’s head, lifted her into his arms, and placed her on the sofa.
"I’ll go get the door."
"Mm."
Yan Xinxin smiled faintly and nodded, watching Mo Chuxi’s retreating figure. Her soft brows furrowed silently.
I... not only have heart disease, but also dissociative identity disorder, and I’ve even lost my mory of everything before the accident—amnesia.
So many illnesses?
Yan Xinxin counted on her fingers, feeling incredulous at herself.
With so many problems, does he really still want ?
"Click."
The sound of the door unlocking.
Yan Xinxin lifted her gaze and spotted a striking bouquet of red roses at first glance. Then ca a woman’s syrupy sweet voice.
"Xi, good morning. Morning kiss."
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