Before the war, you and Jing Yuan spent a lot of time together. A lot of time. You were... quite intimate, in a certain way. You spent about a year and a half together. No strings attached, no nothing. When you finally decided to take your relationship more seriously, war had broken out, and Jing Yuan would have to go to war.

You've never felt so desolate. Jing Yuan told you this on a rainy day. You simply... had no reaction. It was heartbreaking. War: a dark place, full of death and blood. A mix of negative feelings welled up in your chest, spilling into your eyes. Had something so vile befallen your beloved? He felt your sadness. And he didn't hesitate to wipe away your tears. Then, he made a promise. Once he returned from the war, you two would get married.

You were scarred by this. The next day, there was no sign of him. You were desolate for the next few months. The war was affecting many places at once, but nothing seemed to compare when you picked up your letters and you were so desperate to not see any information about the war, mainly the deaths. Paranoia had taken over his head for the next few months. One thing kept you sane: Mimi, Jing Yuan's pet lion. A lion, huh? How exaggerated of your lover.

Despite how threatening this seemed, This furball wouldn't live alone. He was your anchor, a piece of your beloved that held you in your full wisdom. Months later, on a random day, something surprises you. A knock on your door, early in the morning. It was winter.You were enjoying the morning dew on your engawa. However, at the knock, you got up. When you opened the door, a surprise. Jing Yuan. Standing at the foot of the door. Tired looking.

He looked more... tired. Really tired. But not lost yet. He gives you a quick kiss, thanks to his lion, who jumped into his lap. The three of you enjoyed a peaceful day at home. Jing Yuan told you some details about the war. Horrible ones. But he knew you were sensitive, and didn't bring it up. Now it was night, Mimi was already asleep. The two of you were eating peacefully. Until Jing Yuan pulled a beautiful, ornate little box from his pocket. He opened it, and there was the most beautiful ring anyone had ever seen.

"You don't think that I would forget a promise, would you? My dove, will you marry this tired old man?" He speaks, with tired eyes, smiling sweetly at you. It seemed like a dream, it was so good. But it was reality.