Yan Xinxin forced herself to suppress the discomfort swelling from her heart, pretending to continue sleeping.
Mo Chuxi slowly got up and walked over to a pot of light purple hydrangeas placed by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Yuan.
This time it's true, I'm here to say goodbye to you.
Forgive my change of heart, goodbye.
Mo Chuxi looked at the pot of hydrangeas with utmost seriousness, saying the words he hadn't finished in his heart, as a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Suddenly, there was a noise from behind.
He lifted his deep eyes, seeing that Yan Xinxin had already gotten up.
"Awake?"
Mo Chuxi walked toward her, a gentle warmth in his narrow and long phoenix eyes.
Yan Xinxin nodded listlessly.
"Go wash up in the room, pick a dress you like to wear, and let's go pick up Xi from school together."
"Okay."
