Mo Xing stared into Anna's eyes, the weight of her questions hanging heavily between them. There was no point in hiding anything from her now. She deserved the truth—the full, unvarnished truth. He could see the pain and confusion in her gaze, and he knew that only the truth could bridge the gap that had formed between them.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Xing began to speak, his voice low and steady. "It all started that night, Anna. The night before the trip to Country W. You remember, don't you? We were in our room, and you were packing my bags."
Anna nodded, her expression softening slightly as she recalled the memory. "Yes, I remember. I was packing your clothes, and... I don't know, I just had this terrible feeling that something was going to go wrong."
Mo Xing's eyes flickered with recognition. "You did mention that. I remember you looking so worried, but I dismissed it. I thought you were just anxious because it had been so long since we'd been apart."
