Li Hua closed her eyes, searching the newly accessible regions of her consciousness. "Fragments," she admitted. "Pieces without context. I remember gardens suspended in mist... conversations beneath stars arranged in patterns I don't recognize... your throne room with shadows that moved of their own accord." She opened her eyes, meeting his golden gaze directly. "I remember loving you enough to defy the Celestial Emperor himself."
Mo Xing's breath caught at this last admission, his essence swirling visibly around them both—darkness and light intertwining in patterns that reflected their original union. He pressed his forehead to hers, their cores resonating in perfect harmony for the first time since their reunion.
