"Mu Qianyuan."
Ning Zitong spoke directly.
Yan Xinxin felt her heart plunge into the depths of the ocean—so heavy, so weighed down.
"You should have already heard from Qianshui about Yuan and Chuxi."
"You… why are you telling me this?"
Yan Xinxin felt an overwhelming discomfort, especially in her chest, a stifling pressure that brought with it an illusion of drowning and suffocation.
"I'm telling you this so you know—the only reason Chuxi keeps you around is because he sees you as a substitute for my daughter Yuan."
"…"
"He doesn't genuinely love you. You're just his way of filling a void in his heart."
Ning Zitong's sharp words pierced directly into Yan Xinxin's chest without the slightest hint of subtlety.
"Sister Xinxin, are you cold?"
Seeing Yan Xinxin's trembling fingers, little Chenxi looked up with concern and asked.
Yan Xinxin snapped back to reality, shook her head absentmindedly.
"Sister Xinxin isn't cold…"
