Looking at Yan Xinxin's gaunt and pale oval face, Mo Chuxi felt a stabbing pain in his heart.
He raised his hand to gently stroke her cheek, with a slight curve to his lips.
"Just now, your father called me and said that Ning Zitong was with him all day, so this matter might really have nothing to do with her."
"Nothing to do with her? Really nothing to do with her?"
Yan Xinxin pressed for confirmation.
She wanted a definite answer; her heart could only be at ease if it was certain.
"Mm."
Mo Chuxi nodded.
"It's unrelated to her."
He affirmed, and those words eased Yan Xinxin's heart immediately upon hearing them.
"Then I misunderstood her..."
Yan Xinxin murmured, letting her hands fall weakly.
Mo Chuxi reached out, swiftly wrapping his arms around her waist and carrying her to the bed.
"You didn't misjudge her. In the past half-year, she's done so many excessive things to you that everyone can see clearly."
He held her hand tightly, his deep gaze resting on her.
