When the black Maybach finally rolled to a stop in front of Ming De High, Zi Han stared quietly out the tinted window for a brief moment before unfastening her seatbelt. The familiar sight of the school gates, the students walking through the courtyard, the sound of distant chatter drifting through the morning air, all of it felt strangely unreal after days spent trapped inside her room. It was such a normal scene, painfully normal, and yet it almost made her emotional.
The chauffeur quickly stepped out to open the door, but before Zi Han could even reach for her bag, Ming Ye had already taken it from beside her seat.
"I can carry it myself," she said instinctively.
But Ming Ye acted as though he hadn't heard her at all.
"You're still recovering," he replied calmly, slinging the bag effortlessly over one shoulder before stepping out of the car.
Zi Han sighed softly and followed behind him quietly.
