After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

Her sobs were like sharp stones, each one pounding against Lu Xiyan's heart.

With each sob she uttered, Lu Xiyan's heart ached a little more.

He looked at her helplessly and cried with her.

I wanted to push her arm away and touch her cheek, but I was afraid of breaking her.

"Ningning..."

He slowly stood up, then suddenly bent his knees and knelt down beside her sofa.

When he lowered his head, his back was slightly hunched.

Tears dripped onto his black trousers.

"I'm sorry, and the Lu family is sorry too."

Tears fell one by one onto his trousers, spreading out.

Lu Xiyan didn't dare to look up at her.

"I'm a bastard, I deserve to die, that's why you've suffered so much."

"I've even wondered if you would be better off if I hadn't insisted on making our fake relationship real six years ago, and hadn't bothered you."

Anning's sobs gradually subsided, replaced by soft choking.

"I've thought about it too. If you really marry someone else in these four years and are really doing well, then I'll let it go and stop bothering you."

"But it's too late to say all this now." He raised his head, smiled, and his tearful eyes held a stubbornness.

"Since you chose me six years ago, and returned to my side without hesitation six years later," he gently pulled away Anning's hand that was covering her face, looking at her tear-streaked face, "then you can never leave again."

He held her slightly cool fingers in his palm and slowly tightened his grip.

Lu Xiyan's voice was hoarse, but his eyes were firm. "I will not let go again."

Anning's sobs subsided considerably, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

She turned her head to the side, her eyes glistening with moisture, and her eye rims were red.

Lu Xiyan knelt down in front of her, tightly gripping her hand, like a child admitting his mistake.

"...Get up."

After a good cry, An Ning's voice still had a strong nasal tone.

"Kneel down first. If you're wrong, you should kneel." Lu Xiyan reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Don't even mention kneeling. Even if you hit or kick me, I should take it."

An Ning propped herself up and sat on the sofa, her eyes falling on Lu Xiyan's haggard yet undeniably handsome features.

She raised her hand and gently touched the mole on the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows.

His eyes were still red, which made the mole look even more charming.

"Actually, I haven't had it that hard." An Ning smiled faintly. "When I miss you, I call your name, look at the messages you send me, and listen to your voice. I lied and said our photo was burned, but actually I secretly hid it."

"When I have free time, I look through those photos, and I also secretly follow some domestic racing news, but..."

An Ning lowered her eyes. "I've never seen you participate in the competition."

At that time, she did not know that Lu Xiyan had been in a car accident and would never participate in the competition again.

Her voice choked slightly, "Even though we're not together, as long as I know you still exist, no matter where you are or how far apart we are, as long as I know you're there, nothing in this world will be too bad for me."

"Then why, why?" Lu Xiyan asked hoarsely, "why didn't you tell me you were going back to Jinghai? Why didn't you look for me?"

An Ning looked down at her hand, which he held tightly in his palm, and tears fell onto the back of his hand.

"Because you texted me saying you don't love me anymore, you don't like me anymore," Anning cried, feeling wronged. "You said from now on, we'll be strangers."

"So I'm afraid my appearance will disgust you, and," she looked up at Lu Xiyan, "you'll be engaged by then, so I have no reason or right to contact you."

Lu Xiyan was breathless from listening, and buried his forehead in An Ning's palm for a few seconds. An Ning only felt that her palm was damp.

He looked up. "I said that to get you to come back. I thought that if I said that, you wouldn't avoid me anymore."

An Ning's breath hitched as she met his eyes.

The moment the misunderstanding was cleared up, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Every bastard I say to you is a beg."

He held Anning's hands tightly, lowered his head and buried his face in her palms, "Please, love me one more time."

An Ning's hand trembled suddenly, and she realized that even after four years of separation, they still loved each other deeply, but each thought that the other no longer loved them.

That's why they used the most hurtful words to stab each other so many times.

It turns out that over the years, no one has had a better life than anyone else.

"Who else could I love besides you?"

An Ning lifted his face and smiled slowly, "Only you can catch me, a thousand times over."

She leaned down, gently closed her eyes, and tenderly touched his lips. "Lu Xiyan, you will always be my moon."

In every darkness, light up the path ahead for her.

......

"dad!"

A clear and innocent shout rang out in the night.

When Zhao Li brought An Xuan back, An Ning and Lu Xiyan were already waiting by the car downstairs.

The little guy saw Lu Xiyan, his round eyes lit up, and he ran towards Lu Xiyan in a flash.

Lu Xiyan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly squatted down and opened his arms to the small figure running towards him. Then he was embraced by the small body.

"Great! My dad is a handsome uncle!" Little Anxian jumped up happily, hugging Lu Xiyan's neck. "I have a dad! I finally met my dad!"

Lu Xiyan remained calm and composed on the surface, but the intense beating of his heart betrayed him.

From the moment he held Anxian in his arms, his eyes were fixed on the little boy's face and body, and he couldn't take his eyes off him for a long time.

He gently patted the boy's head with his large hand, his voice tender, "Xianxian."

He looked up at An Ning standing to the side, smiled, and said, "A good name."

Under the moonlight, An Ning's smile was serene, and her eyes were bright.

She crouched down. "You're only just realizing it?"

There was a hint of reproach in his tone.

"I've thought about it," Lu Xiyan laughed, "but I don't dare to think about it, and besides, when I asked you to confirm it, you denied it."

Anning was originally in the right, but now it seems she is not.

Her eyes drooped. "You mean it's my fault?"

Lu Xiyan stared at the corner of her mouth that had turned down, his smile growing deeper and deeper.

The Anning who deliberately acts coquettishly is the same Anning from before.

"How could I dare?" He laughed, putting an arm around her shoulder and ruffling An Xian's hair. "It's your fault, why didn't you say you were my son sooner?"

"Huh?" Xiao Anxian blinked her big eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite, then looked at Anning, "Mom didn't say you're my dad."

Well, the topic has come back to Anning.

She glanced at Lu Xiyan, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if to say, "Is it my fault?"

"It's my fault," Lu Xiyan admitted without hesitation. "I was stupid."

The little guy's face is exactly like his, yet he still suspects it's someone else's. He's really not very bright.

"That's great!" Xiao Anxian suddenly remembered something, happily hugged Anning's neck, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "With Daddy here, Mommy will never cry secretly at night again."

A pang of sadness welled up in Lu Xiyan's heart. He glanced at An Ning's beautiful eyes and nodded gently. "Yes, with Dad here, Mom won't have to cry in secret anymore."