Mo Chuxi held Yan Xinxin's hand and walked slowly toward the door, but just as they reached it, Yan Xinxin's steps faltered slightly.
Hesitating, she recalled a few days ago when she was hospitalized and had switched to Mu Qianyuan's personality—the words Mu Jingheng had said to her during that time.
As the memories of that day surfaced, Yan Xinxin's eyes involuntarily became misty.
Even though she had myriad reasons to avoid certain people in that household for now.
Still, she couldn't deny that deep down, she yearned to reunite with her closest kin...
Noticing the doubt and unease in her heart, Mo Chuxi paused his steps.
"Yuan, don't be nervous. You're biologically father and daughter. Even if you've lost those past memories, even if you've been separated for so many years, blood ties are inseparable."
He comforted her.
