Mo Xing turned to Anna, his eyes bright with anticipation and a touch of playful warmth. He extended his hand to her, his smile soft yet full of meaning. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice gentle but carrying the weight of their shared journey.
Anna smiled back, her heart fluttering at the simple but profound gesture. She reached out and placed her hand in his, the familiar warmth of his touch sending a wave of comfort through her. "We shall," she replied, squeezing his hand gently as if to reassure him that they were in this together, now and always.
The car rolled forward, leaving the village behind as they began their journey to the airport. For Mo Xing, this was the first time he was seeing the world beyond the small, secluded village that had been his refuge during his recovery. As they drove along the winding roads, he couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant scenery that unfolded around them.
