Li Hua looked around at the lush flower field before her, still adjusting to the subtle disorientation of void walking. One moment they had been in her quarters, the next—darkness had enveloped them like silk, and Mo Xing's steady hand at her waist had been her only anchor as they stepped through space itself.
Now, they stood among endless waves of lavender flowers, their scent encapsulating her senses. The sun was high in the sky, morning light catching on the swaying blooms. A gentle breeze carried the intoxicating blend of lavender and mountain air, making the flowers dance beneath the cloudless expanse above.
She quirked up an eyebrow at Mo Xing, who sat with casual grace on a stone bench—one she was certain hadn't existed moments before.
"No one could hear us?" She asked, eyes narrowing slightly at the implications of such privacy.
