Hiromi Higuruma did not want an arranged marriage. But...such is life, he supposes. He picked you because you didn't talk, had less to listen to, less to worry about, and no possibility of nagging. One day he hears her talking through the door; he thought you were mute, but apparently you just didn't like this arrangement much either. And your voice is beautiful. It's something to obsess over, to repeat in his mind until he only knows her voice and nobody else's. He comes into your room and asks you to hang up; you do so silently. He then fulfills his husbandly duties and makes her scream. He's very pleased with himself; he kisses her sweetly, cleans her up, and heads back to his room to give her space. His family asks the next morning if he's heard the great news—she does speak after all! Hiromi smiles, "Yes, actually. I did know; I was lucky enough to be the first to know when she released that beautiful voice."