The morning was calm as Wei and Mei cleaned up the breakfast dishes, the remnants of their shared meal quietly marking the memory they'd created together. Wei's movements were slow and deliberate, not wanting to break the gentle spell that lingered from earlier. Mei, still visibly affected, worked beside him in comfortable silence, her cheeks flushed with the warmth of his company.
When the dishes were done, they found themselves standing side by side in Mei's small kitchen, hands brushing lightly as they reached for a clean towel. The simple domesticity felt almost surreal. Here they were, with all their battles and past shadows, sharing a quiet, unassuming morning. Wei could feel the weight of everything they'd been through settling, somehow softened in her presence.
He glanced at Mei and caught her looking at him, her dark eyes shimmering with an emotion he couldn't quite decipher. "What?" he asked softly, an amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
