As the guests began moving toward their assigned partners, the soft forest light filtered through the leaves in shifting patches of gold. Su Wanyan tightened her hold on Mo Xingxue's hand once more. The pressure was firm, almost desperate.
"I'll be here. Just call me, okay?" The nervousness in her voice was impossible to hide. The quiet worry sat heavy in her chest, sharp and protective.
Mo Xingxue squeezed back and nodded, smiling at her alpha with quiet love and fondness. The soft snow-lotus scent between them felt steady and familiar. "Don't worry yourself to death," she teased gently, hoping to ease some of the tension. The words were light, but the reassurance beneath them was solid.
Fortunately, it worked. Su Wanyan managed a small smile and nodded. "I wont." The promise was quiet but certain.
