An Mo did not answer immediately. His thoughts were still trapped in what he had just witnessed.
For a moment, he simply stared at Xuan Long.
Then something strange stirred within his heart.
A realization.
So this was what love looked like.
This was what it meant to truly care for someone.
His gaze lingered on Xuan Long's face. He could clearly see the vulnerability hidden beneath the powerful serpent's calm exterior. The reluctance. The unwillingness to leave. The quiet pain that he was trying so hard to conceal.
For a brief moment, An Mo found it difficult to reconcile the man standing before him with the Xuan Long he had once known.
This was the feared tyrant of the Teng Serpent Clan.
The beast whose heart had once been colder than stone.
Yet now he looked no different from any ordinary male deeply and hopelessly in love.
Life truly was remarkable.
And love…
Love was perhaps even more remarkable.
It could change a person completely.
