Pei Jingchuan noticed that Jiang Yuzhu's breathing had become even, and her face in slumber was even softer and more peaceful.
He slightly dimmed the reading light above their seats to avoid disturbing her rest with the brightness.
Then, very gently, almost afraid to make too much of a movement, he picked up his laptop and began to work on those tasks that had been temporarily set aside.
Pei Jingchuan's fingers danced lightly over the keyboard, but his gaze frequently shifted from the screen, tenderly falling upon Jiang Yuzhu's face.
Her quiet sleeping posture, the faint sound of her breathing, every detail tugged at his heartstrings.
In this tranquil moment, Pei Jingchuan felt an unprecedented happiness. This serenity seemed to make even his workload feel less burdensome.
After more than a dozen hours of long-haul flight, the plane finally entered French airspace.