Yan Luoxi lay on his shoulder, gazing at the distinct profile of his face, and murmured softly, "Aren't you tired? Should I get down and walk myself?"
He hadn't slept all of last night and had risen after only a few hours of sleep in the afternoon to shoot. He hadn't properly rested all day, and now deep into the night, he must be very tired, and yet she was letting him carry her on his back—she was being too inconsiderate.
Li Yeqi shook his head and hoisted her up a bit, "I'm not tired."
Yan Luoxi sighed helplessly, "Then if you are tired, you have to tell me. Don't try to be strong on your own, okay?"
"Mhm," Li Yeqi continued to carry her forward. They had walked this path once before, so even at night, he remembered the way, and they quickly arrived at Crescent Lake.
The night at Crescent Lake was tranquil and dark blue, exuding an air of mystery.
