Mo Xing felt a rush of gratitude as the villagers began to disperse, their quiet understanding a gift he hadn't expected. He turned to Anna, who was still holding his hand, and gave her a gentle smile. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice elings, unsure but eager to explore what lay ahead.
Mo Xing led her away from the fading fire and toward the small hut where he had been staying. The night air was cool against her skin, but the warmth of his hand in hers kept her steady. As they walked, the village behind them grew quieter, the sounds of the evening settling into a peaceful hum.
When they reached the hut, Anna couldn't help but marvel at its simplicity. The exterior was unassuming, a modest structure that seemed a world away from the luxurious life they were both used to. But as Mo Xing pushed open the door and led her inside, she saw that the simplicity extended within as well.
The hut was small but cozy, with clean lines and## Chapter XII: The Downfall
