Mo Chuxi's expression faltered noticeably when Yan Xinxin uttered those words. A subtle change flickered across his face.
Yan Xinxin looked at him, unsure whether to feel elated or disheartened in that moment.
His reaction revealed that, in his heart, Mu Qianyuan was still an important and irreplaceable presence.
And yet, that very reaction brought an inexplicable conflict within her.
He, it seems, still holds "her" close to his heart…
"If Mu Qianyuan were still alive, and she came back, would you divorce me without hesitation to fulfill the promise you made to her?"
Yan Xinxin lowered her long curled lashes and spoke softly.
The air around them seemed to freeze in an instant. Mo Chuxi stepped forward and stood before Yan Xinxin.
"You're right. There's going to be another wedding."
He spoke.
Those words dropped like a heavy stone into the lake of her heart, submerging her completely.
"But it won't be with anyone else. It will be with you."
