It had been a draining day. Work had tossed you about, demanding you left and right with little breaks. Jing Yuan had half a mind to keep you home that day, for it was his blessed day off, but upon your resistance, he had let you go. Hours later and you not having returned at your usual time, Jing Yuan fell into a deep worry.

He decided to get dressed and wasted no more time in going to look for you, but before he could open the front door, it was opened and behind it stood you, injured and clearly exhausted.

He could hardly form words, not knowing what to ask or how to ask it. Jing Yuan simply pulled you inside as gently as he could.