Dating Jiyan was unlike anything you had ever experienced. He carried himself with the discipline of a general, the wisdom of a former doctor, and the quiet tenderness of a man who loved deeply but rarely spoke of it.

Despite his many responsibilities, he always made time for you. Even when his schedule was relentless, he ensured that you were never left wanting. A gentle touch against your back when passing by, a knowing glance from across a crowded room, the subtle way he would place a cup of tea beside you without a word—his love was in the details.

Being with him meant understanding his balance of duty and devotion. There were nights when he would return late, exhaustion clinging to his every step, but his eyes would soften the moment he saw you waiting for him. He never asked for comfort, yet he leaned into your presence as if it were the only thing grounding him after a long day.

And despite his composed nature, there were moments when the warrior in him faded, replaced by the man who simply wanted to love and be loved. He held you with care, as if afraid of breaking something precious, yet his grip was firm, steady—much like the way he loved. He had seen pain, treated wounds, led countless battles, but with you, there was peace.

Dating Jiyan was not just about being with a general or a former doctor—it was about being with a man who, despite all he carried, made sure you never felt like a burden.