Summary: Their 5th Wedding Anniversary was coming up, Yu Tu promised Jing JIng he wouldn't be working OT so he could celebrate their special day together. However, when he got home, he was asked to help her with reading her script.
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The streets of Yixing remained steeped in festive colors, lanterns swaying lazily in the morning breeze as Jing Jing and Yu Tu stepped out of the hotel. The echoes of holiday laughter still lingered in the air, but now, a quiet farewell settled between them. Their families had bid them goodbye with warm wishes and lingering embraces, and now, it was just the two of them, leaving behind the familiar comforts of home.
The drive to Shanghai was subdued, the weight of the holiday resting on their shoulders like a cherished memory. Jing Jing leaned against the window, watching as the gentle nostalgia of Yixing faded into sprawling highways. The vibrant countryside gave way to the monotony of asphalt, each passing mile pulling them closer to the city's restless energy.
A dull ache nestled in her limbs, dragging her into a quiet exhaustion. She let out a soft sigh, dismissing the discomfort as nothing more than the aftereffects of celebration—late nights, endless conversations, too many shared drinks and fleeting moments of joy.
Yu Tu, ever perceptive, glanced at her. The corners of his lips lifted in amusement as he teased. "You okay? Did I overwork you last night?"
She mustered a smile, shaking her head. "Just tired."
Though her words were light, Yu Tu studied her for a beat longer, as if searching for something unsaid. Then, without another word, he reached out, fingers curling around hers in a reassuring squeeze before turning his focus back to the road.
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The city awaited them, but for now, they had the quiet hum of the car, the warmth of shared silence, and the promise of whatever came next.
By the time they pulled into their Shanghai apartment complex, the city was alive with its usual restless rhythm—neon lights flickering in the distance, the hum of late-night traffic weaving through the streets, the lingering warmth of the holiday still pulsing beneath the surface. But inside their car, an entirely different atmosphere settled—a quiet, familiar anticipation. Yu Tu shut off the engine and turned to Jing Jing.
