Looking at the emotional woman in front of him, Mo Chuxi nodded lightly, calm and composed.
"Yes."
Hearing his confirmation, Yan Xinxin instantly froze as if rooted to the spot. All the emotions on her delicate face solidified, leaving only the tears swirling in her eyes as evidence of her still having senses at this moment.
"Our Chun is not dead. She's healthy and living joyfully every day."
Mo Chuxi offered a reassuring reply.
Yan Xinxin's heartbeat suddenly lurched, pulling her out from the tight grip of her tension.
She raised her right hand with disbelief, biting her fingertip lightly as if to ease the overwhelming emotions coursing through her.
"Chun isn't dead. She's not dead..."
Tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks. Yan Xinxin bit her fingers, torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to cry.
This intricate and contradictory feeling of regaining what was lost was far too complex to put into words.
