Muxin gently wiped her tears away and continued his story.
"I was perfectly capable of saving your soul, ensuring you could safely give birth to our son. Unfortunately, I had to send some of my spiritual energy to you. Even though I was scared of triggering your powers, I had no choice. I'd rather you get mad at me than lose you eternally."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in. "You did give birth to a wonderful son, and I have never thanked you properly for that. Thank you for making me a father. It's a gift I can never repay. And thank you for making me the happiest man by becoming my wife and the mother of Minzhe."
Muxin pulled his wife into his arms, holding her tightly as if trying to convey all the emotions he had kept bottled up inside. He had been saving these words for her, waiting for the right moment. No matter how long it took, he knew their destiny wasn't over yet.
