Almost without any forethought, Yan Xinxin blurted out the words uncontrollably.
In that instant, the air around them seemed to freeze.
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows deeply, looking somewhat puzzled at the petite woman standing before him whose eyes brimmed with a mist of unshed tears.
"Yan Xinxin, what are you talking about? What do you mean by 'substitute'?"
Upon hearing Mo Chuxi's confused question, Yan Xinxin curved her lips into a sarcastic smile.
"Mo Chuxi, must you be so cruel? Fine, I'll tell you — it's Mu Qianyuan, the Mu Qianyuan you've been yearning for over a decade!"
Hearing Yan Xinxin's response, clarity washed over Mo Chuxi in an instant.
"Yan Xinxin, who told you I see you as Mu Qianyuan's substitute? You two are completely different people."
"It was you."
"..."
Mo Chuxi was momentarily speechless, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion.
But within seconds, his deep eyes suddenly lifted sharply.
"You were awake all along?"
