By the time the plane touched down, the sky was still painted in soft hues of pink and lavender, the first light of dawn gently breaking over the horizon. It was just past 5 a.m., and although the journey hadn't been particularly long, Anna felt the weight of the last few days settle into her bones. She stifled a yawn as she gazed out of the window, the city's skyline coming into view, and the familiarity of home washed over her like a warm embrace.
Mo Xing, seated beside her, noticed her fatigue and reached over, squeezing her hand gently. He gave her a small, reassuring smile, one that spoke of shared relief and quiet joy. "We're almost there," he murmured softly. Anna nodded, leaning her head against his shoulder, drawing comfort from the steady rhythm of his breathing.
