They were all tired after a day of traveling, and once the suites had been assigned, they got ready to rest.
Just as they were leaving, Ding Shu paused and tugged at Sun Chang'an's sleeve.
"Aren't the couple supposed to avoid seeing each other before the wedding?"
Just like how, for three days before their wedding, they had turned into the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, forcibly kept apart by the Sun family.
"That's an outdated custom," Sun Chang'an said with a curl of his lip. "Besides... could you keep those two apart?"
"..." Ding Shu fell silent.
"Come on." Sun Chang'an led her inside. "There's still plenty to do tomorrow."
The hotel room had been converted from a traditional cave house, with an arched ceiling and pure white furnishings. Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows lay a private terrace facing the sea.
Sea and sky blended into one, dotted with a few small white boats. They were so far away that the boats on the water seemed motionless.
Bai Congming was barefoot, his freshly washed hair still dripping as he reclined on the terrace and let Ding Ding dry it for him.
The sweeping grandeur before them made them instinctively breathe more softly, so a yawn at a time like this was especially noticeable.
Ding Ding chuckled. "Sleepy?"
Bai Congming pouted, looking a little annoyed. "Why isn't it dark?"
Jet lag was too complicated to explain, so Ding Ding said nothing. Once his hair was dry, he bundled him up and tucked him into bed.
"You can sleep even when it isn't dark. Close your eyes!"
Bai Congming had no trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds, and the bedding was so soft that sinking into it almost immediately made him drowsy.
Even half asleep, Bai Congming didn't forget Ding Ding, patting