Mo Xing paused, looking out over the room that had erupted in a thunderous ovation. His gaze swept over the sea of faces—some smiling, some teary-eyed—but all filled with admiration and respect. The applause seemed endless, echoing off the grand marble walls of the ballroom, a testament to the impact of his words and the legacy he had built. He allowed the sound to wash over him for a moment, feeling the warmth of the crowd's appreciation, but then his eyes found Anna's.
She was standing there, radiant as ever, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her lips curved in a smile that spoke of pride, love, and a thousand other emotions that words could never fully capture. It was as if everything in the room had fallen away, leaving only the two of them in this bubble of shared understanding and joy. Mo Xing felt his heart swell as he looked at her, his wife, his rock, his guiding light through the darkest of times.
