Mo Yuxin's heart pounded in her chest as Shen Mingyue's words hung in the air. She opened her mouth to speak, her lips trembling in confusion and amazement. "This… are you and Mother—" she began hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, a fragile wisp of hope and fear.
Before Mo Yuxin could finish the question, Shen Mingyue inclined her head slightly, her voice soft yet carrying the unmistakable gravity of one who speaks truths that cannot be undone. "Yes," she said, the single word resonating like a promise wrapped in ancient echoes. "But not in the way you are thinking. In this life, we have not yet confessed our love to each other—your mother has not fully discovered her feelings. Yet, I love her with every fiber of my being and wish to be with her. I have waited through countless cycles, through seasons and lifetimes, for her to return. Now, that she has finally been reborn, I will not leave her—for the rest of my life."
