Mo Xing smiled softly as he tilted Anna's chin up, looking into her tear-filled eyes. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, his touch light and tender. "Don't apologize," he murmured against her mouth, his voice warm and comforting. "You've done so well, Anna. You're stronger than anyone I know. There is no one else like you."
His words hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world had shifted. Something unspoken passed between them—a sense of harmony, of peace. The air around them seemed to grow warmer, wrapping them in a cocoon of love and understanding. It was as if the very space between them was charged with an invisible energy, filled with everything they had been through and everything they still had to share.
