"What! Dissociative identity disorder!"
Hearing those four words, Mu Jingheng felt as though his head had briefly gone dizzy!
Looking at Yan Xinxin, who in this mont was holding onto Mo Chuxi’s hand and giggling foolishly, Mu Jingheng’s lips trembled slightly.
She clearly had the appearance of an adult, clearly was already 23 years and 9 months old this year!
But now her ntal state and personality were stuck at the level of a 6-year-old!
How was he, as her father, supposed to accept this? How was he supposed to bear it?
How could his little princess have endured such a tragic and difficult fate over the past decade?
Seeing Mu Jingheng on the verge of tears, Mo Chuxi led Yan Xinxin to the sofa, then let go of her hand and took out her favorite snacks and fruits from his bag to give to her.
"Yuan, be good. Play by yourself first. Brother Xi and your dad need to chat for a bit."
"Okay!"
Yan Xinxin obediently nodded but still looked at him very seriously.
"Then, Brother Xi and Dad can’t go far away, okay!"
"We won’t go far. We’ll be right here, where Yuan can see us."
"Alright~"
She responded and began unwrapping the candy he had handed her.
Mo Chuxi’s smile faded, and his handso features took on a slightly serious expression.
"Xinxin not only has dissociative identity disorder, but she’s also missing parts of her childhood mories."
When Mu Jingheng heard this, he was even more shocked, his mouth agape, unable to respond.
"Yuan... She’s lost her mory?"
"Back then, she fell into the water, plunging down from such a high cliff. Even though the currents buffered her fall, her head seed to have been struck. It’s likely this impact caused a blood clot in her brain, compressing her nerve lines."
"Perhaps, in that mont when she fell, she was overwheld with fear and terror. Her subconscious might have created another personality to protect herself."
Mo Chuxi spoke lightly, turning to look at Yan Xinxin, who was amusing herself on the sofa.
"Once she reverts to Yan Xinxin’s personality, she will rember everything happening now, and of course, she’ll also rember that she has reunited with you."
Reunited.
That word pierced Mu Jingheng’s heart deeply.
He could no longer control his emotions, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"Yuan."
He walked toward Yan Xinxin, raised his hand, and gently stroked her head.
"Yuan, Dad is sorry. Dad should never have blindly believed the police’s conclusion that you were dead back then. Dad should have searched along that stream until he saw you, alive or otherwise."
Mu Jingheng was filled with remorse, his trembling lips wet with scalding tears.
"Yuan, Dad promises you, once your and your mom’s health are no longer an issue, I will bring you ho and restore your life as a little princess. Dad will bring your foolish brother here for you to scold and beat as much as you wish. Dad doesn’t want to see you suffer anymore! My little Yuan!"
Mu Jingheng broke down and cried uncontrollably.
While happily eating candy, Yan Xinxin was startled by Mu Jingheng’s sobbing.
"Brother Xi, Dad—Dad is crying!"
She stood up and ran toward Mo Chuxi, but after barely two seconds, she hurriedly ran back to Mu Jingheng.
"Dad, don’t cry! Yuan isn’t crying, see! If Brother and Mom saw you, they’d laugh at you!"
Yan Xinxin comforted him as she raised her hand to touch the tears on Mu Jingheng’s face.
Listening to her words, Mu Jingheng’s heart ached fiercely and felt unbearably sour.
Unable to control himself, he extended his arms and pulled the innocent, consoling Yan Xinxin into his embrace, holding her tightly.
"Yuan! My Yuan! My little darling, Dad is sorry to you!"
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