She tightened her grip on his hand, raising her clear, round eyes like a cat’s.
There was a hint of moisture in her eyes, but she suppressed it with effort.
"Xi, our baby will soon be five months old, and they’re identical twins... huh?"
Just as she was about to reveal the baby’s gender, her lips were suddenly sealed.
Yan Xinxin was still in a daze, but the brief kiss had already ended.
Reflected in her eyes were the man’s red, glistening eyes.
"Xi, are you crying?"
She was a bit surprised.
"Why are you crying? Aren’t I fine? The baby is fine too."
Listening to her comforting words, Mo Chuxi tightly held her hand.
"Yan Xinxin, I want you to be well, I want you to spend every future spring, sumr, autumn, and winter with !"
"I promise you."
Yan Xinxin agreed with a gentle smile, her gaze resolute as she held his hand back.
"I will stay with you until our hair turns gray, even if we walk with a limp, I won’t let you be alone."
"Xinxin..."
Mo Chuxi was overwheld with tender pain, and he reached out to embrace Yan Xinxin, pulling her into his arms.
A sliver of moonlight quietly shone, silently preserving this eternal promise...
The car moved slowly on the snowy ground.
Mo Qingning sat in Xiao Yize’s car, holding two little cuties, each asleep, leaning against her on either side.
Recalling the doctor’s words not long ago, Mo Qingning looked down sorrowfully at Xi and Chun.
Their peacefully sleeping, adorable faces were so innocent and endearing.
She smiled slightly, reaching out to touch Chun’s cheek.
Soft and tender like tofu, yet with a gentle springiness.
Little Mo Chenxi was the sa, this face almost carved in Mo Chuxi’s likeness, inheriting it quite perfectly.
Xiao Yize lifted his long, handso eyes, looking at the scene in the rearview mirror, and only after a few seconds did he quietly look away.
It felt like a long ti had passed before the car arrived at Mo Manor.
The butler and servants were already waiting and carefully carried the two sleeping children inside.
Mo Qingning also got out of the car, watching Xiao Yize with a faint smile.
"The road still has snow, drive carefully. Bye-bye."
She said simply and then turned around.
"Qingqing."
Xiao Yize softly called out, quickly stepping up after her.
Fu Zixin just reached the doorway and saw Xiao Yize catching up to Mo Qingning, reaching out to grasp her wrist.
His tall figure suddenly moved forward, blocking the slender Mo Qingning completely from view.
And Fu Zixin could only see the handso silhouette of Xiao Yize’s back.
There was no bright moonlight tonight, only the swaying light of the street lamps outside the manor, under which thin layers of snowflakes drifted silently down.
Mo Qingning looked at Xiao Yize holding onto her, a look of surprise on her face, but there was tension in her beautiful eyes.
"It’s... it’s late, I need to go to sleep."
"Give a minute."
Xiao Yize requested.
Mo Qingning glanced at him, then opened her lips with a low spirit.
"Alright, one minute, I’ll start counting down now."
She said and really began to count down.
"59, 58, 57..."
"Qingning, I know it’s abrupt to say this now, and it might sound disingenuous to you, but I still want to tell you what’s in my heart."
"48, 47..."
"When I last told you, I said I still liked Xinxin, but I was lying."
"..."
Mo Qingning was stunned by his words.
"On the day Xinxin and Chuxi got married, I had already decided to let her go. I just hoped you could stop liking ."
Mo Qingning couldn’t understand.
"Why? Why do you want to give up? Is it because of the rivalry between our families?"
"No."
Xiao Yize denied without hesitation.
"Then why?"
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