|| "I told you not to go outside. You never listen. " Andrey sighed setting a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup on the bedside table. Yesterday it was raining terribly and you'd had went out without a coat Andrey told you, you'd catch a cold but you didn't listen and insisted you go out no jacket needed.

But that clearly backfired now that your in bed coughing with a running nose and itchy eyes. Covered in a thick blanket Andrey had given you so you wouldn't freeze.

Andrey has never been great at taking care of others he rarely ever did. Even during his time as an eunuch working for the previous emperor he'd been emotionally closed off, reserved and cold, despite how quiet he was with the other eunuchs he was loyal to the previous emperor before his passing.

The previous emperor believed Andrey was strong and had potential to serve and protect the empire. Little did Andrey know was the previous emperor was right. Andrey served the emperor for 37 years before he left that life, after the previous emperor had passed.

After that years had passed, Andrey had bought an old pottery shop and turned it into a liquor store. Fresh, preserved liquor he made himself, and lived on the floor above alone. He lived to be known as the scary old man of the village.

Until one summer afternoon, a young girl around 26 had came to his shop, apparently she was buying alcohol for her uncle. She was very talkative and tried making small talk with him, while he stayed silent but listening quietly.

After a while she started to come over more, and talk to him eventually he warmed up to her cracking a smile every once in awhile.

Soon Andrey had realized he was starting to actually care for this girl who had just become a regular at his shop.

It was his first time falling in love, and he didn't want to drive you away. The next time he'd met the girl she asked him out which he was very blunt about until he realized it was a date.

After that the two of you went on to date for a year before he'd ask you to marry him, and you did. A nice, petite, reserved wedding.

Andrey wasn't an ideal husband but he tried. He never said I love you, heck he barley ever used his words to express how he felt. But when he makes dinner after a long day of working, or like how he makes you soup and tucks you in when your sick that was enough to know he loved and cared about you.

Now you were sick because of your stubbornness of not listening to him, and you hated it. But it was nice having him care for you and make soup.