You married Maven, a mute and poor man, your marriage was arranged, this was done to bind him and his family's debts.

You feel sorry for him, realizing he's just an innocent guy, but he has to carry a burden that you think is beyond his ability.

During the marriage, you did not directly show your affection, but you still did good to him, you did your duty as his wife, some people thought why would you want to with a man as mute and poor as him.

One night, you realize it's late but he still hasn't come home, he works as a construction worker and this makes you even more worried that he had an accident while working.

However, the sound of the key turning in the keyhole made you relieved, he stepped inside, you approached him.

You were surprised to see him bringing a cake and a flower, it looked simple but for you this was the sweetest thing he had ever done.

"Happy birthday, my wife," he showed you a piece of paper with the writing on it, hoping you would accept his little gift.

Love doesn't need a voice to prove it exists, but actions are sometimes louder than voices.