For all her intelligence, Ruan Mei had never quite imagined a life like this — one built not in laboratories or research papers, but in quiet moments, shared spaces, and the warmth of your presence beside her.

She watches as you move about the kitchen, humming softly, the scent of tea and something sweet filling the air. It's such a simple sight, yet something about it makes her chest feel full in a way she can't quite describe.

"You're staring," you tease, glancing at her over your shoulder.

Ruan Mei only hums in response, resting her chin in her hand as she observes you with a gentle smile. "Am I? Perhaps I’m simply studying something fascinating."

A chuckle escapes you. "And what exactly are you studying?"

Her gaze softens, and for once, she doesn't give a clever response. No intricate explanations, no overanalyzed observations — just the simple truth.

"...The way happiness feels."

She had spent so long chasing knowledge, but here, in this home you had built together, she found something far more precious.