"Then think of me cheering you on," Mo Xing whispered, taking her fingers in his and pressing gentle kisses to her palm. "And hoping your beauty pills become renowned across all realms. I'll support your every decision."
Li Hua's cheeks warmed with color. She averted her gaze from his intense golden eyes, focused on the different colored flowers in the garden.
His hand moved to cradle the back of her neck, his touch both possessive and tender. "Tell me what you need, my love. If you desire the moon and stars, I will find a way to place them in your hands."
Li Hua's vision blurred as unexpected tears formed. She met his gaze, recognizing the absolute truth behind his words—the Underworld Emperor would reshape reality itself for her if she asked.
"Okay," she whispered, the simple word carrying the weight of unspoken emotions between them.
"I'm sorry, not interested." A voice—cold, emotionless, yet disturbingly familiar—yanked Li Hua from her memories and back to the present.
