"Brother Xi, have you really forgotten Yuan?"

She looked at him, her hoarse voice trembling, as silent tears rolled down.

Mo Chuxi watched her, unmoved.

The woman’s emotions were more intense than before, and her tears flowed even more.

"Brother Xi, I really am Yuan, I didn’t die, I’ve come back!"

She cried, even grabbing Mo Chuxi’s arm in her excitement, and Mo Chuxi didn’t push her away.

He just seemed to look at the woman in front of him in a daze.

"Brother Xi, Yuan still remembers, you like to eat peaches, love gummy candies. In spring, Brother Xi would take Yuan to fly kites, and we would chase butterflies on the grass."

"Brother Xi said Yuan’s eyes are very bright, like stars, so dazzling and twinkling. You said I’m the cutest girl in the world, and that’s why Brother Xi wants to marry the cutest Yuan."

"Yuan always looked forward to that, cherishing the plastic ring Brother Xi personally gave me, with a tiny hydrangea on it. Brother Xi held my hand under the weeping cherry tree and told me, when I grow up, you will marry me. And at that time, my brother was standing next to us, saying he would be your best man."

Every word the girl said seemed to unfold a complete and clear picture in Yan Xinxin’s mind like an exclusive memory.

The air around seemed to have stilled.

"Yuan."

Suddenly, Yan Xinxin heard Mo Chuxi’s voice softly call out these two words.

"You are really Yuan."

He opened his mouth, his magnetic voice affirming.

Yan Xinxin was a bit stunned, the images in her head becoming even more chaotic.

She couldn’t even tell whether those were her own memories or imagined from listening to the woman’s words.

"Brother Xi, you remember Yuan, you really remember Yuan!"

The woman’s eyes welled up with tears of joy.

Yan Xinxin had a headache but saw Mo Chuxi smile gently and then shift his gaze, his eyes unintentionally landing on Yan Xinxin’s somewhat troubled face.

"Silly, how could I forget Yuan? Brother Xi has never forgotten Yuan, not even for a day."

"That’s great!"

The woman exclaimed with excitement, spreading her arms as if to hug Mo Chuxi.

Mo Chuxi slightly turned his body, avoiding her.

"I’m sorry, Yuan, Brother Xi is already married."

He seemed to say helplessly, taking Yan Xinxin’s hand to introduce her.

"Yan Xinxin, I think you should have heard from your parents."

The woman lowered her eyes sadly, her tears pattering down.

"I’m sorry, Brother Xi, Yuan can’t forget the promises from the past. Although Yuan wants to wish Brother Xi happiness with Lady Yan, Yuan really can’t accept it..."

After saying this, the woman turned and hurriedly ran out.

"Yuan!"

The woman paused her steps at the door, hearing Mo Chuxi’s call, the corners of her lips curved, and she continued running forward with a smile.

Mo Chuxi strode to the door, Yan Xinxin watched him chase after her, incredulous.

But in less than a second, Mo Chuxi turned back, closing the door as he re-entered.

He strode over to Yan Xinxin and raised his hand to embrace her.

"Xinxin, are you okay? Why did your face suddenly change so much? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Would you still care about me?"

Yan Xinxin looked up at him, her eyes unexpectedly red with tears.

Mo Chuxi was stunned, taking several seconds to understand.

"Yan Xinxin, you silly girl, don’t tell me you mistakenly thought I was genuinely moved just now and got jealous?"