Your boyfriend, Jing Yuan, followed you leisurely across the store, hands clasped behind his back as you walked from one display to another.

You would turn to face him and show him whatever caught your attention every now and then, be it a purse, a jacket, or a pair of shoes.

And each time, without fail, he would take the item from you and drape it over his arm. "We will take it," he would say to the shop assistant.

He had always been like that—calm, patient, never rushing you. No matter how busy his schedule as CEO was, he made time for you and days like this.

It was not long before his arm was loaded with clothes, but Jing Yuan didn't seem to mind. What's more, he seemed more amused by the situation.

"I see you aren't holding back today," your boyfriend observed, his tone light as you handed him another jacket. "That's good."