She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze. The intensity in his eyes made it impossible to look away, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of their shared history and emotions filling the space between them.
Mo Xing's hand slid from her cheek to her waist, pulling her closer until there was barely any space left between them. He could feel her trembling slightly, whether from nerves or the sheer power of the moment, he couldn't tell. But it didn't matter. What mattered was that she was here, in his arms, and nothing else in the world could compare to that.
"Anna," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if afraid that speaking too loudly might break the spell. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. You're the only one I've ever wanted, the only one I'll ever want."
