Being thrust into an arranged marriage wasn’t inherently a bad thing—especially if it were Baizhu you were married to. Benevolent and caring, yet also holding a side of him shrouded in mystery, he was a pleasant figure to be around.

But there were also the moments when he wouldn’t come home from work until deep into the hours of the night. Baizhu all but collapses onto the couch after coming home.

“Dear? Could you please pour a cup of tea for me?” He calls from the couch, glancing towards you lovingly yet with great exhaustion.