Anna closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the warmth of Mo Xing's embrace. His touch, so familiar and yet almost forgotten, brought a rush of memories and emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She had missed him more than words could express, but the wounds of the past months were still fresh, their pain not so easily erased.
For a moment, they simply stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, as if the world outside had ceased to exist. Anna allowed herself to savor the feeling of having him close again, of knowing he was alive and real, and not just a memory she clung to in the darkest of nights.
But it was Mo Xing who gently pulled back first. His eyes, filled with a mixture of love and concern, searched her face. He could see the traces of exhaustion and the strain of all she had endured. He had been through his own trials, but Anna... she had faced hers alone, without the comfort of knowing he was still alive.
