Your Beloved Was Me

Mo Yixuan scooped a spoonful of porridge and carefully handed it to He Xiyan's mouth.

"Eat it, it's still hot..."

"I'm going back!"

He Xiyan turned his head and as she raised the spoon in her hand, it fell to the ground with a clang.

Mo Yixuan took a few steps back and squatted down to pick up the spoon that fell down onto the ground. After putting down the things in his hand, he went to He Xiyan again, looking at her angry face.

She was angry, but he was heartbroken.

"Yanyan..." Mo Yixuan bit his beautiful lips, from which a bitter smile overflowed. He stretched out his hand, intending to lay on her shoulder.

He Xiyan quickly leaned over, so that his hand fell in the air.

Mo Yixuan paused, with a touch of complexity and heartache in his eyes, but soon, he reached out his hand again. This time he directly grasped her shoulder, holding it tightly so that she could not break away at all.