The two found a relatively quiet corner in the waiting room and sat down.
Jiang Yuzhu leaned lightly against the seat, watching the planes take off and land outside the window, her heart filled with both anticipation and a touch of fatigue.
Pei Jingchuan sat beside her, his gaze still deep. Occasionally, when he looked at Jiang Yuzhu, his eyes were full of concern, "Yuzhu, if you're tired, close your eyes for a bit. When you get home, you'll have a lot to deal with."
Jiang Yuzhu smiled slightly and responded softly, "Thank you, Jingchuan. But I'm fine, don't worry." Although her voice was calm, the tiredness in her eyes was hard to hide.
Pei Jingchuan nodded slightly and said nothing more, only silently keeping her company.
Time slipped away quietly, and the waiting time in the waiting room always seemed long and peaceful.