Watching Chi Yunxi, who was crying while saying her heart ached, Mu Shengfeng's eyes shimmered with tears. For more than thirty years, Mu Shengfeng, who always felt his heart was as hard as iron, found at this moment that his heart had softened into a ball of cotton.
Thinking that all of this was caused by himself, Mu Shengfeng felt that even dying ten thousand times wouldn't be enough to offset the hatred he had for himself.
"Yunxi..."
His voice choked, Mu Shengfeng sat by the bed, leaned down, and held Chi Yunxi in his arms.
The empty heart felt suddenly filled, and Mu Shengfeng experienced an unprecedented sense of calmness.
This was his first genuine emotional release since seeing Chi Yunxi again after more than five years apart.
Thinking that he only dared to express his feelings like this when Chi Yunxi was drunk and unconscious, Mu Shengfeng's heart was filled with bitterness.
"Yunxi, Yunxi..."
