He approached her from behind, his unique aura enveloping her petite figure.
Yan Xinxin furrowed her delicate brows, forcefully withdrawing her hand and stepping aside.
"Young Master Mo, you're overthinking. I'm not avoiding anyone; I just don't want to see certain people to prevent upsetting myself."
"Is that so?"
Mo Chuxi asked indifferently, his gaze landing on her delicate and graceful profile.
"Not even willing to give a chance for redemption?"
"Redemption?"
Yan Xinxin lightly pressed her rosy lips, smiling.
"Even if the pain and shadows you've brought me can be redeemed, what about the baby? Will my baby come back?"
She raised her beautiful eyes, a mist of tears inadvertently filling her gaze.
"Before marriage, I already had confessed everything to you without reservation, but you? How many chances did you have to be honest with me, did you?"
Yan Xinxin looked at him, tears unconsciously sliding down from the corners of her eyes.
