Although this trip was rushed, it became a memorable journey for Wang Qiqi and Han Tao. Han Tao had put in considerable effort to prepare for the trip, even consulting John about attractions near Paris online.

Wang Qiqi hadn't expected that someone who'd only visited France once before could lead her through such interesting places. She took countless beautiful photos of the scenery while capturing sweet moments - laughter shared together, embraces and silly faces (though Han Tao's expressions were awkwardly stiff). Had it been a digital camera rather than an old film model, she definitely would've made him redo those poses.

Wang Qiqi bounded around Paris' streets like a carefree child, stopping at every picturesque spot for photographs. Han Tao followed behind with his ever-present smile, shouldering her bag and offering support when fatigue set in - sometimes carrying her entirely on his back.

As she rested against Han Tao's broad shoulders overlooking the Seine River, tears welled up unbidden in Wang Qiqi's eyes. "Tao," she murmured through a trembling voice, grateful for his patience with all her antics and unwavering support no matter how childish she behaved.

Han Tao paused at hearing her emotional tone but continued walking steadily toward their hotel. The exhausted woman had already drifted off on his back hours after running all day. When Han Tao waited in vain for her to speak again only to hear soft snores instead, he decided to hail a taxi despite the chill outside that might make Qiqi catch cold.

The driver's suspicious glances made Han Tao visibly uncomfortable as they rode through Paris at night with his unconscious passenger. Back in their hotel room, he carefully disrobed and tucked Wang Qiqi into bed, her sleep so deep she mumbled nonsensically about needing more rest even when he pinched her nose.

While Han Tao initially wanted to insist on a shower before sleeping, he abandoned the idea seeing how utterly exhausted she was. With tomorrow's luggage packing looming (Wang had intended to organize things but likely wouldn't wake until noon), he began sorting belongings into designated boxes with meticulous precision - eventually sitting cross-legged on the floor for easier access.

A sudden jolt woke Wang Qiqi as she turned over, blinking sleepily at her changed clothes and unfamiliar surroundings. She knew Han Tao must have undressed her and carried her back to their hotel room. "He's not here," she thought with satisfaction about having such a reliable man in her life just before attempting to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Here I am," Han Tao answered from the other side of the room, immediately standing up - only to crumple to the floor as his leg cramp flared painfully. The unexpected fall startled Wang Qiqi who jumped out of bed instantly, panic flashing in her eyes until he explained it was just a simple muscle spasm.

She noticed then how much the apartment had been tidied despite initially intending to do so tomorrow. "You should've waited," she chided while massaging his sore leg, realizing belatedly that his overzealous cleaning must have caused the cramp in the first place.

"I wanted us to have time for one last walk tomorrow afternoon," Han Tao protested weakly as he tried to resume packing. Wang Qiqi exasperatedly pulled him toward the bathroom instead, frustrated at his stubbornness when all they needed was rest.

The mention of future trips with Shi Man unsettled Han Tao even as he agreed with her plan about saving money for more adventures later. "I can accompany you," he offered half-heartedly to Wang Qiqi's back-patting reassurances about him securing their financial future alongside Feng Xuanxiang.

After a final kiss on her forehead, Han Tao turned off the lights and settled into bed with his sleeping partner. Their last day in France began with peaceful mornings followed by packing rituals while sipping lukewarm coffee together - contentment evident even in silence as they worked side-by-side.

Wang Qiqi couldn't help stealing glances at her working boyfriend, admiring how effortlessly handsome he looked despite the exhaustion etched into his features. Han Tao finally gave up trying to ignore her scrutinizing gaze when it became too intense, feigning confusion about something on his face as an excuse.

"You're just lucky I have such good taste in men," Wang Qiqi teased with exaggerated self-satisfaction before being caught off guard by Han Tao's suggestion of visiting America together during holidays - a proposal that felt unexpectedly bittersweet given the timing.