Half an hour later, they pulled into the underground parking of a discreet private hospital, hidden behind tall camellia hedges and stone walls.
Lu Zhi Hao got out first and moved swiftly to her side. Without a word, he opened the door and carefully lifted Wan Ruyi into his arms, cradling her against his chest with protective tenderness.
"You shouldn't strain yourself," he murmured near her temple, voice low and full of quiet concern.
She blinked sleepily up at him but didn't protest, letting herself rest against him. She was feeling sleepy and exhausted after that flight, and she was still jet-lagged.
He carried her through the polished marble lobby with purposeful strides, one arm securely wrapped around her back, the other supporting her legs as though she weighed nothing at all. Nurses in pale peach uniforms bowed respectfully, murmuring quiet greetings as they passed.
