Yan Xinxin pressed her lips together and nodded.
"When I found out you were the man from five years ago, I felt a wave of pain in that moment. Later, when the baby was gone, I couldn't get past it mentally, so I went to the Mu family."
She explained softly, as he listened, only feeling heartache and guilt.
"I was completely out of control. Every word my brother said was filled with deep disgust for me. Even after I miscarried, he laughed—laughed as if I deserved it. I couldn't take the blow and picked up the fruit knife. At that moment, I truly wanted to kill him to avenge my baby. Thankfully, my father stopped me."
Yan Xinxin spoke with a heavy heart, her head lowering as she leaned against Mo Chuxi's shoulder.
"Chuxi, I really want to remember. I want to recall how my brother loved me, how my mother loved me. That kind of love could help me let go of the resentment I feel towards them."
"Baby, you're not at fault."
