"Promise? You promised Brother Xi..."
Yan Xinxin lowered her head, murmuring to herself, as if she were pondering something.
The scent lingered—it was Yan Xinxin's fragrance.
Over this period of time, he had become all too familiar with it.
"It tickles, Brother Xi."
Yan Xinxin couldn't help but shrink her neck; now, she only had the memories of a six-year-old.
"Yuan, Brother Xi is so happy to see you again."
He whispered into her ear with delight.
"Brother Xi thought you were already gone. All these years, Brother Xi has been thinking of you every single day."
He poured out his feelings, sharing how deeply he'd missed her over the years.
"But then later, Brother Xi met the grown-up Yuan. Brother Xi 'grew greedy and forgot the old,' then even 'transferred his affections' to the grown-up Yuan."
"Hmm..."
Yan Xinxin listened with a half-understanding expression, though she had no idea what Mo Chuxi was talking about.
