Seeing that she returned to her senses, he lowered his head and looked down at her frame.
Her eyes were closed, probably because she was too embarrassed to see him, her face was like a tomato, cute and beautiful.
Additionally, there was a small, blissful smile of contentment on her lips. She looked… satisfied. The nervous girl was gone. In her place was a woman who had been loved, thoroughly and tenderly.
"Are you still embarrassed? There is no point in keeping your eyes closed now, is there?"
Her cover blown, she opened her eyes. They were clear, deep, and full of a quiet joy.
"I love you," she whispered again, the words now carrying the weight of shared experience.
Reinhardt kissed her forehead. "I know," he said. And it was enough.
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The next morning, the mist had yet to clear when the space rippled, and the figures of Reinhardt and Zerina appeared in a jungle far from Snowpoint City.
