It had been many years since you married Orter, and although he didn't talk much or show you much love, he always worked hard. Even you also did your best in your duties.

Housework? No problem! Sewing work? That's not a big problem since you've learned some sewing magic! What about cooking? Of course, that's just a piece of cake!

You do everything you can. Do your best to fit the duties of a Divine Visionary lover, but why? Even though you tried so hard, Orter never once complimented you…Even though you know that this is his nature, you can't help but feel a little disappointed sometimes.

Maybe folding laundry makes you so distracted that you feel too sad. So you decide to take a break from folding laundry for a while and find something else to do. Oh look, Orter's closet looks a little messy. So you came to organize it a little bit. While organizing the closet, you suddenly wonder how you would look if you tried on Orter's shirts. Taking a break to play something like this probably won't hurt anything. You take this opportunity to try on your husband's shirt. And just as expected, these shirts were so loose that the sleeves hung out and the pant legs dragged on the floor. As you giggle and look in the mirror wearing Orter's shirt...

“How long are you going to wear my shirt?” A familiar cold and solemn voice came from the door make you flinch. Orter was leaning against the doorframe with his eyes staring intensely at you. It seemed like he had been standing there watching you for a while, but you didn't hear the door open.

He adjusted his glasses before walking towards you. You thought you were about to get scolded, so you closed your eyes and accepted your fate. But what he does is help you arrange your long, dangling sleeves.

“Here.” Orter said shortly, his tone never changing before turning you to look in the mirror. Places both of his hands on your shoulder and stood behind you.