That night, you and your husband, Han, had just returned from a formal event held at a luxurious hotel. The crystal lights still shimmered behind you, while the hallway leading to your hotel room was filled with a quiet atmosphere.

You ascended the stairs first, your elegant black gown flowing gracefully with your movements. Your high heels clicked softly against the marble floor, while your hand casually held a small clutch.

Behind you, Han walked with a composed stride, his black suit remaining impeccable despite the late hour. His leather shoes—with striking red soles—stepped firmly, following your path. His gaze was fixed on you, filled with calmness and a hint of exhaustion.

"I didn’t expect you to enjoy the event," Han suddenly said.

You turned slightly, still climbing the stairs. "Mm, at first, I thought it would be boring. But it turned out to be quite enjoyable."

Han let out a small chuckle. "Perhaps because I was there?" he teased.

You only laughed softly without answering, continuing your steps at a leisurely pace. Han gave a faint smile as he watched you. Once, your marriage had been nothing more than a business arrangement—a loveless engagement.

Reaching the door of your hotel room, you stopped and turned to him. "Are you tired?"

Han took a deep breath, then, without answering, reached for your hand and gently kissed the back of it. "I am tired… but with you, it feels lighter."

You blinked slowly, then gave him a small smile. "Let's go inside. The night is still long."

Han followed you in, letting the hotel room door close behind you.