Looking at this man with his exquisitely handso features, as if painted in ink, wearing those absurdly cute cat ears to cheer her up, Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but feel like laughing, yet also deeply cherished.
"Baby, stop reading, won’t you look at your husband instead?"
Yan Xinxin extended a finger and gently poked Mo Chuxi’s cheek.
"I look at you very seriously every single day."
"Really?"
He curved his lips into a faint smile, leaning his striking face close to hers.
"Then, has my face been etched deeply in your heart?"
"Of course."
Yan Xinxin answered without hesitation, her fingers softly tracing the contours of his brows and features.
"Even if I close my eyes, I can draw you perfectly."
"That deeply?"
"Mhm."
Yan Xinxin smiled proudly.
"If that’s the case, then I’m not afraid of you forgetting . Even if we’re seventy or eighty years old, I want you to rember this deeply, okay?"
His gentle tone lted into the words, but they caused Yan Xinxin to suddenly freeze in place.
She seed montarily dazed, as if reminded of the decision she had made earlier that day.
Noticing the subtle change in her deanor, Mo Chuxi grasped her hand and planted a light kiss on it.
"What’s wrong? Did sothing unpleasant co to mind?"
"Xi, I want to do sothing."
Yan Xinxin gazed at him, her eyes heavy with emotion.
Mo Chuxi felt an inexplicable jolt in his chest.
"What is it?"
"I’ve decided... to have the surgery."
Hearing her words, Mo Chuxi’s heartbeat montarily grew erratic.
"Xi, the reason I lost my mories before I was six, and why my current mories feel fragnted, is because there’s a blood clot in my brain. If I undergo surgery to remove it, I’ll be able to rember everything."
Comprehending her intentions, Mo Chuxi abruptly straightened up, his prior playful deanor vanishing entirely.
Yan Xinxin followed suit, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his waist. She rested her cheek softly against his back.
"I’m sorry, Xi. I feel so useless. I desperately want to rember—rember how much my brother and my mother once loved . If I can rember that, I’ll have the courage to reunite with them."
"So you just want to rember their love for you, and not ?"
"Of course I want to rember you too!"
Yan Xinxin emphasized, quickly scrambling to face Mo Chuxi directly.
"The one I want to rember most is Brother Xi!"
"Is that so?"
Mo Chuxi smiled faintly, gently caressing her cheek.
"Xinxin, it’s not that I don’t want you to have the surgery, but this kind of procedure is extrely risky. Moreover, the blood clot has been there for 18 years. I’ve already reviewed the surgical risk assessnt. Yan Xinxin, I want you to rember more than anyone else does... but it’s not worth it."
He concluded with finality.
"I’d rather you never recall than risk your life. Our life now is wonderful—we have a son and a daughter, and a happy family. Mu Shaoqian and Ning Zitong aren’t worth you dwelling over anymore."
Finishing his words, he lay down in frustration.
"Xi..."
Yan Xinxin snuggled into his embrace with a childish pout.
"Alright, I won’t do it. I won’t make you worry. Don’t be mad, okay?"
She coaxed him, reaching out to pinch the cat ears perched atop Mo Chuxi’s head.
"Alright, Xixi No. 1, your owner is ordering you to behave now, ah..."
Before Yan Xinxin could finish, she let out a startled yelp as he pinned her beneath him.
"Listen up, Owner—Xixi No. 1 is rebelling now!"
Mo Chuxi tore off the cat ears from his head and flung them to the side with a wild flourish, then reached out toward Yan Xinxin with his "demonic claws"...
Damn Xixi No. 1!
Hmph!
Yan Xinxin grumbled silently to herself. Just as she was about to step off the last stair, her legs suddenly gave out!
Right when she thought she was about to fall, a pair of strong male hands caught her firmly.
"Young madam, be careful."
"Who gave you permission to touch my wife! Let go of her! Who the hell are you!"
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