Yan Xinxin gazed at Mo Chuxi in a daze, his brows, his features—there seemed to be a profound shadow of him in her memory, but...
"Hiss..."
Yan Xinxin lowered her head, raising her hand to cradle her head.
It hurts.
So painful.
It felt like her nerve endings were being pulled tight, tangling the images in her mind into chaos, along with a cacophony of fragmented sounds...
"Yan Xinxin?"
Mo Chuxi looked at her with a mixture of concern and confusion.
But when he saw her torn dress and the wound on her forehead, his heart burned with the desire to rip Xiao Yiran, that beast, to shreds!
That vile man—he would make him pay dearly for what he did, sooner or later!
"Leave, I need to be alone..."
Yan Xinxin raised a hand to push Mo Chuxi away, then turned over on the bed, curling into a ball with the blanket in her arms.
Her thoughts... everything was in disarray.
Am I Mu Qianyuan?
Am I really her?
But then why does the test with Mu Qianshui show we're not a match?
