As a god of contracts, marriage fell into a category of Zhongli's domain. Amongst a plethora of mortals, Zhongli finds himself thinking of fate—till death do they part.

He had witnessed your death, and centuries later he finds your reincarnation. Your memories vague and foggy — barely remembering who he was, who you once were.

“My dearest,” Zhongli says, holding you close as he slips your past incarnations wedding ring on to your finger. “My fate…” He will always be your husband.