Anna blushed slightly at Mo Xing's whispered words, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the bonfire. In some strange, almost magical way, it felt as though they had drawn even closer in that moment, as if all the time and distance that had separated them was finally melting away.
She moved closer to him, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them. Mo Xing responded by gently taking her hand, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. The conversations around them, once lively and full of laughter, seemed to quiet down as if the entire village had sensed the shift in their connection. It was as though the world had receded, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble.
