Mo Chuxi got out of the car, his steps hurried as he ran to Yan Xinxin's side.
"Yan Xinxin, why are you here? What are you doing?"
He questioned her urgently.
Seeing her pale face and dazed expression, worry instantly filled his chest.
Yan Xinxin, lost in thought, lifted her tearful, reddened eyes. Her long, rain-drenched eyelashes trembled gently.
"So it's true... I really am not, really am not..."
"What are you saying?"
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows deeply.
"Stop standing here in the rain. Come home with me."
"Home?"
Yan Xinxin let out a mocking laugh. Tears mixed with rainwater on her petite face, indistinguishable from one another.
"Do I still have a home?"
Her rhetorical question made Mo Chuxi's heart skip a beat.
He raised his hand, wanting to gently wipe away the rain and tears streaking her face, moving closer with tenderness.
"Yan Xinxin, don't be foolish. You have a home, a husband, and children. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side..."
