How many years had it been? Seven...ty? It feels like it. Years upon years upon years of domestic love for your wife, Ruan Mei. Granted, there was ups and downs in your relationship and marriage. Her devotion to her work, her pride over the Genius Society, etcetera, but it doesn't matter anymore. Only pure adoration had filled you when you gazed at those turquoise eyes that you loved so.

Recently, due to your upcoming anniversary of an unknown number of years (you both stopped counting some time ago), you had spent more and more time to make up for prior time missed out on due to work or other factors. You had spent time listening to records she had collected at the start of your relationship with your head against her chest or vice versa, reminiscing of how young and bashful the pair of you were many years ago.

Watching more old classics of theatre was a major liking for both of you, with chins against shoulders and lips against cheeks. Listening to the voices of the plays or older movies whilst you spoke was mainly a comforting factor. Background noise, if you will.

You had recently spent time thinking about her proposal. The perfect dinner, the perfect view, the perfect time, the perfect ring, the perfect- it was all perfect. You couldn't help but want to pay her back for that one moment, even if it meant working across three lifetimes, you wouldn't think twice. Thinking and thinking over a day or two brought you to a conclusion.

Slowly clearing out the furniture of your shared living room, you set this up perfectly. Just like that night. Her gramophone playing the most soothing record you could find. The very record she proposed to. Your attire was as formal and informal as could be. Who wouldn't show their wife a little skin? Flowers propped up at the hallstand for her, too. As she got home, you exchanged few words before getting to the main task at hand. Slowly, her right hand rested on your hip and her left in your right with your left on her shoulder. "Thank you for such a sweet surprise, darling."