Mianmian adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers brushing the ring on her hand. The diamond caught the faint glow of the streetlights, and for a fleeting second, she allowed herself a small, private smile.
But the thought of her missing recipe book pressed heavily against her chest. Joy had been so near, and yet the day ended with that gnawing sting of carelessness.
She stole a glance at Yanchen. He didn't say anything, only giving her a knowing sigh as if he understood without her needing to speak. "Will you be heading back now?" she asked, voice soft, careful.
Yanchen exhaled slowly, his gaze settling on her. He could feel that she wasn't ready to share what was weighing on her. "I'll go back after I drop you home.." he said, his tone steady. "I'll make sure you get in safely first."
