The evening glow spilled down as the bus carried all the guests back.
Perhaps everyone had been affected by the solemn atmosphere while making their wishes, or perhaps a full day of filming had exhausted them. Either way, the bus was silent now.
Jiang Yumiao had barely slept the night before, and today was his first time taking part in such a large production. He had been on edge all day. Only after boarding the bus and sitting beside Ning Chunchi in the back row did he gradually relax, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Seeing Jiang Yumiao's head tilted awkwardly against the seat, Ning Chunchi reached over and gently eased him back.
He adjusted his own posture until Jiang Yumiao could rest comfortably against his shoulder.
Then he put in his AirPods, opened his phone, and pulled up the replay of Jiang Yumiao and Qin Yuan's livestream from that day.
Amid the red plum blossoms scattered across the snow, a cool, long-haired beauty lowered his eyes and caressed a blossom.
Ning Chunchi watched for a while, his expression unreadable.
He shifted his gaze from the ethereal, long-haired beauty on the screen to Jiang Yumiao, sleeping soundly against his shoulder, as though an immortal had descended to earth and landed in his arms.
Wild thoughts filled his mind, and the possessiveness in his bones seethed.
He even wished Little Grape were a little more ordinary-or, rather, a little less attractive-so no one else would notice him, and only Ning Chunchi would see him.
As soon as that thought surfaced, a self-mocking smile curled Ning Chunchi's lips. He seemed displeased with his own unhealthy thoughts, yet he couldn't suppress them. Only the closeness of the person beside him could ease them.
He dragged the progress bar to the final wish-making segment.