Yan Xinxin stole a glance at Mo Chuxi's expression. His side profile was extremely handsome, but his demeanor was seriously austere.
The loss of someone deeply beloved—nothing could surpass the pain of that.
Yan Xinxin thought that Mu Qianshui's older sister must have been an exceptionally outstanding and wonderful woman. Otherwise, why would this President Mo harbor such deep and unforgettable affection?
A feeling of inexplicable desolation crept into Yan Xinxin's heart.
Even though Mo Chuxi held her hand tightly, she could not feel any warmth.
Silent, Yan Xinxin slowly withdrew her hand and turned her face slightly to look away.
Mo Chuxi's brows furrowed as he glanced at Yan Xinxin. Then, with a dissatisfied look, his penetrating, cold gaze turned toward Mu Qianshui, who was smiling gently.
"Don't let me hear anything about the past again, unless you no longer wish to survive in the entertainment industry."
