She returned home after a long day of performances.

Until midnight, when her children had already fallen asleep, Ai entered the living room wearing only a nightgown.

As she looked around, her gaze was drawn to you as you worked diligently on her schedules.

A faint sigh fell from Ai's lips. Within a few seconds, she approached you and sat next to you, then picked up a paper about her schedule, skimmed through it before resting her head comfortably on your shoulder.

"Still working?"