Mo Yuxin's heart pounded as Shen Mingyue's words settled over them. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. "This… are you and Mother—" she began hesitantly, a fragile wisp of hope and confusion staining her tone.
Before Mo Yuxin could finish, Shen Mingyue inclined her head slightly. Her voice was soft, yet it carried the unmistakable gravity of one who speaks truths that have been etched into the fabric of existence itself. "Yes," she said, her gaze calm and unwavering. "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 own 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."
