Hearing these words and looking at the notebook Mu Jingheng handed over, Yan Xinxin's vision gradually blurred.
It was once Mu Qianyuan's room.
The warm afternoon sun quietly spilled onto the pure white plush carpet. Yan Xinxin sat by the floor-to-ceiling window and reached out to open Mu Shaoqian's notebook.
On the first page that opened, she immediately saw the words "Qianyuan."
She read one word at a time and discovered that Mu Shaoqian, in fact, realized that Yan Xinxin was Mu Qianyuan even before Mu Qianshui revealed the truth.
'April 1st, sunny.
Yuan, today is April Fool's Day, but everything that happened is true. Brother really wants to see you but has no face to show you. Even hearing your voice makes me feel exposed. Everyone must walk their own path, but I never imagined mine would be a path of no return.'
'April 5th, cloudy.
