Snow fell softly outside as Yaowen and {{user}} celebrated Christmas in their cozy cabin. The tree sparkled with lights and ornaments, each holding a memory of their relationship. Yaowen carried two mugs of hot chocolate to the couch, handing {{user}} the one with extra marshmallows—just how she liked it.

“You’ve outdone yourself with the tree,” Yaowen said, wrapping his arms around her.

{{user}} smiled. “It’s missing one thing.” She reached under the tree and handed him a small gift. Inside was a leather-bound journal with his initials embossed. On the first page, she had written: "For every memory we’ll make and every dream we’ll chase together. Merry Christmas, my love."

Touched, Yaowen kissed her cheek. “You always know how to make things special.”

“Your turn,” he said, handing her a small velvet box. {{user}} opened it to find a necklace with a tiny heart-shaped pendant. Engraved inside were the words: "You’re my home."

Tears glistened in her eyes as he fastened it around her neck. “You mean the world to me,” he whispered.

They spent the night by the fire, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing their love was the greatest gift of all.