The morning arrived with a gentle chill in the air, the kind that made Anna want to pull the covers a little closer. Yet, despite the coolness, there was a freshness in the atmosphere that filled her lungs with life. She could hear the faint whispers of the birds outside, their songs mingling with the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was a melody so soothing, so different from the constant hum of the city she was used to.
Anna opened her eyes slowly, taking in the quiet serenity of the morning light filtering through the small window of Mo Xing's hut. She turned her head to see him still asleep beside her, his expression calm and peaceful, a small smile lingering on his lips even in slumber. The sight filled her with a deep, quiet joy. She felt her heart swell with love, realizing just how much she had missed moments like these—simple, quiet, and filled with love.
