As the couple walked back toward the house, the lights from the estate glowed softly in the dark. The scent of flowers still lingered in the air, but now it was calmer—like even the petals themselves had exhaled in relief.
At the door, the nurses were already waiting.
When they saw the two walk in—side by side, hand in hand—they paused. Every face softened.
The older nurse, the one who had hesitated earlier, looked like she was about to cry from relief. Her hands, folded tightly in front of her, finally unclenched as she smiled.
She stepped forward gently.
"Sir," she said kindly, "let us give her a checkup, and then… you can take her from there."
Hua Jing turned to look at Fu Jing Rong and gave him a small smile. He nodded, and with quiet care, led her back into the room she had woken up in—her room.
The air inside was warm. Familiar.
