Hearing Mo Chuxi's words, Yan Xinxin froze for a moment.
Let go of those unhappy shadows and start again?
"Come."
Mo Chuxi gently reminded her, pulling the slightly dazed Yan Xinxin forward.
The suite was spacious, its environment overwhelmingly luxurious.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was an ocean view, the sunset casting its glow on the waves, radiant like orange amber.
She noticed the dining table by the window set with a sumptuous dinner, candles flickering, and a bouquet of red roses emitting a faint fragrance.
She turned her head and saw the Kingsize bed, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.
Mo Chuxi stood nearby, observing Yan Xinxin's shifting emotions, stepped behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
A warmth radiated from her back, but Yan Xinxin abruptly stiffened, summoning unexpected strength to shove Mo Chuxi away. She stumbled backward toward the dining table, accidentally knocking over a glass of red wine.
