Half-Truth...

Mo Xuan slowly released Luo Shiya, but the guilt in his heart only deepened. He reached out and carefully wiped the tears from her face.

“Don’t cry anymore. We should go see our daughters. They…”

Before he could finish, Luo Shiya cupped Mo Xuan’s face and kissed him.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all day…”

“Shiya, wait…”

Luo Shiya was too passionate. After a long moment, she suppressed her voice and spoke, “I went to your high school to find you, but you were with Su Yanran…”

“I’m sorry, I… I…”

“She’s a liar, a thief…” Luo Shiya looked up, her eyes misty. “You belong to me and Muqi. She stole you away…”

“Shiya, I’m sorry…” Mo Xuan reached out and brushed aside the strands of hair falling over Luo Shiya’s face. “Now, and forever, I’ll only be with you.”

Mo Xuan didn’t know how much weight those words carried for Luo Shiya, who was already in a fragile state.

The familiar tugging at clothes, the stolen breaths—Luo Shiya was more domineering than usual, more… possessive.

Then, a knock came from the bedroom door. “Open up, open up! The kids are looking for their dad!”

Luo Muqi’s voice was filled with glee, the kind of joy that comes from successfully pulling off a prank. Two little voices chimed in, slow and sweet, “Open the door~ Open the door~”

Mo Xuan clearly saw the haze in Luo Shiya’s eyes shift from dazed to annoyed in an instant. She let go of him and walked over to open the door. The two toddlers toddled past her, wobbling toward their dad, while Luo Muqi stood outside, sticking her tongue out playfully at Luo Shiya.

That little brat!

Luo Shiya glared at her, but Luo Muqi immediately put on an innocent expression, though she was secretly thrilled.

That’ll teach you to sneak around behind my back!

Meanwhile, Mo Xuan, oblivious to the sisters’ silent exchange, knelt down and hugged his daughters, feeling more and more that he had been unfair to Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi.

They shared so many memories, yet he had forgotten everything and left them behind. Despite that, they never blamed him. Instead, they had done so much for him.

After dinner, Mo Xuan didn’t join the kids to play. Instead, he went to the study, where he found Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi.

Luo Shiya was writing something in a blue folder when he entered. Seeing him, she naturally closed the folder and smiled warmly.

Luo Muqi walked over and linked her arm with Mo Xuan’s, asking softly, “Brother, why aren’t you playing with Wei’er and Xue’er?”

“Actually, I wanted to ask you both something…” Mo Xuan felt something was off. “Su Yanran said she was the one who saved me. What really happened back then?”

“She lied to you, Xuan. That’s why I called her a liar and a thief.” Luo Shiya sighed. “I don’t know what she told you, but my father arrived with his men, took Muqi and me away, and called an ambulance to send you to the hospital. Muqi and I saw it all.”

“We wanted to go with you, but my father forced us to leave…”

Mo Xuan could understand. In that situation, it was natural for Luo Sheng to prioritize his daughters.

“After that incident, Muqi and I were kept under protection. By the time we were allowed out, you had already lost your memory. As for Su Yanran, I don’t know…”

Of course, she knew, but she wouldn’t say it now…

Hearing Luo Shiya’s words, Mo Xuan sighed. There was no reason for Luo Shiya to lie to him. Back then, he had been in a coma for seven days before waking up. The doctor told him he had suffered a head injury, damaging his memory nerves and causing partial memory loss.

According to his grandma and Su Yanran, Su Yanran had come to visit Mo Xuan but didn’t find him at home. While searching for him, she discovered him injured, called an ambulance, and with the help of passersby, took him to the hospital.

Since she was young at the time, she didn’t accompany him but went home to inform his grandma. When they arrived at the hospital, they found that the medical fees had already been paid, and the person who paid had left without a word.

Su Yanran provided the hospital address, and her story seemed plausible. It was nighttime, and the place where Mo Xuan was injured was secluded, so few people had witnessed it.

That’s why both his grandma and Mo Xuan believed Su Yanran had saved him. Because of this, when Su Yanran confessed her feelings to him in high school, he didn’t reject her and instead treated her sincerely.

Mo Xuan sighed again, looking at them with a complicated expression before asking softly, “How did we actually meet?”

“You must have heard my father mention it. My grandfather’s illegitimate son conspired with outsiders to take over the Luo Family. My uncle, my parents—they were all overwhelmed. Muqi, Luo Tian, and I were in danger just by being near them.”

Luo Shiya sighed at the memory. “Muqi and I were secretly sent to live near you and your grandma. We changed our names and hid there. That’s how we met.”

“Muqi and I rarely went out. Even our lessons were taught by private tutors. You would come over every day to spend time with us. The few times we could go out, it was always with you.”

“Actually, my mother originally wanted to send Muqi and me to Shanghai, to my grandparents. But back then, my mother had a falling out with them when she chose to be with my father…”

“Did my father tell you? He and my mother had me before they were married. But my mother was supposed to marry the son of my grandfather’s close friend. It caused a huge scandal in Shanghai. My mother embarrassed my grandfather, and even after she married into the Luo Family, Muqi and I never met our grandparents.”

“After that incident, my grandparents finally learned what had happened in the capital. Ironically, it brought them back together…”

Luo Shiya shook her head with a bitter smile, then continued, “Muqi and I were forced by our mother to go to Shanghai with our grandparents. We weren’t allowed to return for two months. When we finally came back…”

Luo Shiya didn’t tell Mo Xuan that the incident had deeply traumatized her and Luo Muqi.

They had no power to oppose their parents or the Luo Family. The Luo Family and the Shen Family had long wanted to reconcile and collaborate, but her grandfather and mother had been at odds. That incident finally gave both sides a reason to make peace.

As for Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, no one cared about their feelings. Their mother only had eyes for their father, and their father thought it was best for them to be under the Shen Family’s protection in Shanghai.

But the one who had truly saved them, Mo Xuan, was lying in the hospital. Those two years of near house arrest were also the years Mo Xuan had been by their side.

Of course, Mo Xuan didn’t remember. Back then, the sisters had already started developing some… abnormal tendencies.

Their innocent, budding feelings, their gratitude for his saving their lives, and then his memory loss, followed by Su Yanran’s intrusion.

All of this culminated in their obsessive love, their fixation, and their possessiveness toward Mo Xuan, driving them to meticulously plan everything…

“All these years, we’ve wanted to see you, and we’ve tried,” Luo Muqi said, clinging tightly to Mo Xuan’s arm. “But you were already with Su Yanran, so my sister and I thought… as long as you were happy, we wouldn’t suddenly appear and disrupt your life.”

Of course, that was a lie. They had even considered killing Su Yanran…

They hadn’t disrupted his life simply because the timing wasn’t right. Once Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had ensured their family could no longer stop them, they quickly put their plan into action.

“You didn’t have to do all this. I’m not worth it…” Mo Xuan’s tears slowly fell to the floor. “And the children… you… ah…”

All his words ended in a sigh. Mo Xuan had never imagined that someone could cherish him so deeply.

“Brother, we’ve told you many times. All we need is for you to be with us…”

Luo Muqi’s hands slowly wrapped around Mo Xuan’s neck. Their eyes met, and Mo Xuan suddenly felt as if Luo Muqi’s gaze was an abyss, luring him to jump in.

Mo Xuan didn’t speak, but his heart had already fallen into the abyss…

The abyss named Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi…

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