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 handsome face. 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. She closed her eyes, let out a faint, self-mocking laugh, and a tear slid down the corner of her eye. A certain person’s low, pleasant voice suddenly came to 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 handsome face of Mo Chuxi came into view. 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 came without 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. 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 see me is 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 I 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." For origınal chapters go to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 Mo Chuxi looked deeply into Yan Xinxin’s pale face and bloodshot eyes. Yan Xinxin curled her dry lips in a mocking smile. She jerked her hand back forcefully from his grasp and raised her tear-filled eyes. "Make amends? How? Marrying me as your wife—is that what you think is the best reparation? Is it not already far too late to think about making amends now?" She laughed lightly and retorted, tears rolling out of her eyes, the burning drops falling onto the back of his hand, scorching his heart. "That night, you ignored my feelings, forced yourself upon me, tormented me—I begged you to spare me, did you hear me? Did you let me go? Do you know how I’ve lived through these past five years? This has been the darkest time of my life—do you know that!" Listening to her accusatory questions, Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows tightly, silent. He answered honestly. "It was only not long ago that I realized I was the scumbag who hurt you all those years ago, the biological father of Xi." "Mo Chuxi, are you joking?" Yan Xinxin could hardly accept it. "I didn’t clearly see what that man who ruined me back then looked like. Are you telling me you didn’t either? Did you just casually grab any woman to relieve your loneliness, not even bothering to look at her face, and play around with a one-night stand before discarding her? If that’s the case, then I was really blind about you!" After speaking, Yan Xinxin threw off the blanket and got out of bed. Mo Chuxi hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.