"Mo Zhixuan." She looked at him, opening her mouth lightly, with a clear and melodious voice.
It was the first time she had called his name, and she was the first person who dared to address him by his full name.
She was also the first person to bring him warmth and hope.
And the first person to make his heart flutter.
All the firsts in his life nearly all belonged to the person before him.
Mo Zhixuan looked at the person in front of him, his gaze flickered, and then he spoke without changing his expression, his voice deep and steady, "I am here."
Although it was just a faint two words, they were forceful and resonant, each word imbued with a deterring power that crashed into her heart lake, causing ripples upon ripples, inexplicably comforting.
This one utterance, "I am here," surpassed all sweet nothings and grand vows.