Li Hua turned to Mo Xing and offered one of the miniature pavilions, the intricate structure gleaming with spatial runes in her palm.
"Keep them both," Mo Xing said with a casual gesture. "Perhaps your brother could use them when he joins future expeditions." His tone was matter-of-fact, neither secretive nor particularly concerned. "I have my own arrangements."
The slight curve of his lips suggested something more—an unspoken implication that they both knew exactly where he would be staying during this journey. The same place he had spent every night for the past several days—in her quarters, his presence as constant as shadow. The pavilion was merely a formality as far as he was concerned.
Li Hua placed both pavilions in her storage ring, choosing not to acknowledge the obvious implication. Some battles weren't worth fighting, especially when part of her had already adjusted to his persistent presence.
