NovelEnglishChapter 461: Chapter 461: | am that scumbag, Xi’s biological father
Darkness, pain, spreading endlessly without an end.
Yan Xinxin struggled, trying to break free from the man’s grip, but was instead held tighter, possessed more
deeply.
She couldn't see anything clearly, until a trace of moonlight cast down, and her gaze fell on an impossibly
handsface.
It was that now all-too-familiar expression...
Yan Xinxin woke up exhausted from a deep dream.
She slowly opened her weary eyes, her eye sockets still crimson and powerless.
As she recalled what had happened before she fell unconscious, a layer of mist quickly clouded her vision.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe closed her eyes, let out a faint, self-mocking laugh, and a tear slid down the corner of her eye.
"You're awake?"
A certain person’s low, pleasant voice suddenly cto her ears.
She felt her right hand being tightly clasped by a warm palm.
Yan Xinxin opened her eyes, her water-filled gaze blurred, and the worriedly handsface of Mo Chuxi came
into view.
"How do you feel?"
He asked softly.
Yan Xinxin looked at him without saying a word, only slowly propped herself up on the bed to sit upright.
Mo Chuxi reached out to help her. She didn’t resist, but as soon as she sat up, Yan Xinxin raised her palm and,
with a sharp "smack," slapped Mo Chuxi across the side of his face.
The slap cwithout warning. Mo Chuxi angled his face, standing motionlessly by the bedside.
Yan Xinxin's force was quite strong, but he didn’t feel any pain—the true agony was beneath his left chest.
"Leave."
Yan Xinxin parted her lips, her voice weak.
"I don’t want to see you right now."
She looked at him, her gaze a turbulent mix of love and hatred.
Mo Chuxi slowly turned his face back, seeing the complexity in Yan Xinxin’s eyes—it made his suffering even
more unbearable.
"Not wanting to seeis exactly as it should be."
He spoke with a faint tone, his words steeped in self-deprecation.
"For the past five years, you must have hated me, this scumbag, countless times."
Listening to Mo Chuxi’s words, Yan Xinxin’s hands clenched tighter and tighter.
"It's a fact that | hurt you."
He didn’t attempt to justify himself. He stepped closer with his long legs, moving nearer to the bedside.
The upright stance of his figure eclipsed Yan Xinxin’s frail and petite frame. He leaned forward slightly, reaching
out to try and hold Yan Xinxin’s hand.
"I'll make amends."
Mo Chuxi looked deeply into Yan Xinxin’s pale face and bloodshot eyes.
"Hmph..."
Yan Xinxin curled her dry lips in a mocking smile.
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