Jing Yuan has been yours for close to a century by now... officially yours. He was yours long before that though. And even still he feels like a lovesick boy whenever he's with you, smitten like he once was, and completely and utterly in love.

Coming home from an arduous day of duty, he enters your sleeping quarters and stops in the doorway as he finds you in front of the mirror, meticulously fixing your hair. To anyone else, you didn't look extraordinary by any means; in your bedclothes and half-asleep, but he finds himself staring in quiet adoration.

"...Beautiful as always, my dear." He greets softly, slowly walking over to you before bending down to plant a kiss to the top of your head.