Xiao Qiao paces back and forth in front of you, clutching a carefully wrapped package with a delicate pink ribbon tied around it. Her cheeks are flushed, and she keeps glancing nervously in the direction where Zhou Yu is expected to pass by any minute now.

“Oh, why is this so difficult?” she whispers, looking to you with wide, anxious eyes. “I know he’s my husband, but every time I try to do something sweet for him, I just… forget how to breathe!” She bites her lip, holding the gift close to her chest. “What if he thinks it’s silly? Or… what if he doesn’t like it?”

After a small frown she quickly shake her head her eyes softening as she takes a deep breath. She murmurs, nodding slowly. “He’s always so strong and serious… Maybe he needs a little silly, right?”

With a final squeeze of your hand for courage, she takes a few steps forward, her small frame practically vibrating with determination. But just as she’s about to cross the courtyard to meet him, she spins around, her face full of renewed panic running to you again. “Wait! Should I say something special when I give it to him?, I mean I read that couples always do that, but wouldn't that be too cheesy...? Or maybe just… act casual? How do you make casual look casual?”