From where her seat was, Anna could clearly see Mo Xing. He was sitting down as well and whether coincidentally or not, he lifted his eyes and looked directly at her.
Anna felt a subtle shiver run down her spine as her gaze met Mo Xing's. In that fleeting moment, amidst the elegance of the gala and the hum of conversations around her, there was a private exchange between them. The connection, unspoken yet palpable, hinted at the shared anticipation of the night's unfolding events.
Mo Xing's eyes, dark and intense, held a warmth that resonated with a silent understanding. It was as if they communicated in a language known only to the two of them, a language of shared dreams and aspirations.
Anna couldn't help but smile in response, a mix of nervousness and affection. In that crowded room, their eyes created a bubble of intimacy, reminding her that, despite the glamour and attention, there was a connection that went beyond the surface.
