"Not even when I drag you into chaos?"
"Especially then."
Mo Yuxin smiled slowly. "That's a dangerous answer."
"It's true."
Mo Yuxin reached out and traced Su Yubing's lower lip with one finger. "Then let me ask properly. Wife, after all this time... are you happy?"
Su Yubing's gaze softened in a way almost no one else ever saw. "Yes."
The word was simple.
That made it hit even harder.
Mo Yuxin kissed her there by the lake, unhurried and deep, the kind of kiss that carried not only desire but trust, gratitude, and the quiet terror of loving someone enough that their existence changed the shape of your world.
They stayed until sunset.
That night, in their room, neither of them slept early.
The next morning was the day of departure.
The sky was clear.
