In the quiet afternoon light of the setting sun, Yan Xinxin gazed at the man massaging her toes and gradually felt a warmth seep into her heart.
Thinking about how the two of them had been so cold and stiff toward each other these past few days because of some trivial nonsense, she realized it was hardly worth it.
Looking at the man whose handsome face was written with concern, Yan Xinxin slowly raised her hand and gently placed it on Mo Chuxi's hand as he continued massaging her toes.
Mo Chuxi's movements paused. He hadn't yet lifted his gaze when the soft and sweet voice of Yan Xinxin drifted to his ears.
"Brother Xi, Yuan knows she was wrong. Will you forgive Yuan, please?"
She blinked her eyes, lowering her stance and humbly apologizing to make peace.
Mo Chuxi was slightly surprised upon hearing this, but his face showed no emotional fluctuation—it remained calm and indifferent.
"Mrs. Mo, is this your way of apologizing to me now?"
