"Crash!"
A sound of something falling echoed from the bathroom, and Mo Chuxi didn't hesitate, striding quickly towards it.
"Swoosh—"
He reached out and slid open the glass door of the bathroom. As soon as he stepped in, he saw Yan Xinxin sitting lifelessly on the floor, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Her entire being leaned dazedly against the sink, her face pale, her gaze unfocused, and even her usually star-like sparkling eyes had lost their brilliance.
His chest sank as he strode over to her, crouching down.
"Yan Xinxin, what are you doing?"
He asked urgently, worry evident in his deep, penetrating eyes.
"What happened? Why did you go back there again? Hmm?"
Listening to Mo Chuxi's bewildered questions, Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows tightly.
Her mind couldn't stop replaying every word Ye Lirong had said back then.
She wasn't her biological mother...
Her birth mother had abandoned her, and both her parents were addicts...
"Yan Xinxin, speak to me!"
"Just go out."
