Han Jiho and Song Meiyu continued strolling through the village with their arms still linked, steps light and almost playful.
Behind them the rest of the group was having a far less pleasant time—especially the staff members still supporting the injured assistant director.
Lin Xuanyu trailed at the very back, murderous glare fixed on the two omegas while he absently chewed at the edge of his thumb.
The heated stare was impossible to miss. Han Jiho and Song Meiyu shared a low chuckle.
"How fun," Song Meiyu murmured, covering her mouth with elegant ease as she laughed.
Han Jiho nodded, voice laced with his usual dry sarcasm. "So fun."
They laughed softly again and deliberately quickened their pace, nearly skipping as they put more distance between themselves and the struggling group behind them. The playful rhythm of their steps only widened the gap.
