Night had already fallen. Wind chimes filled the room of the head of the Qinghe Nie Order with a light ringing. The wind fluttered the curtains, playing with your hair, while you, leaning over the table, dealt with the affairs of the order for an hour.

There was a slight knock on the door so as not to scare you with a sudden appearance and your husband, Nie Huaisang, appeared in the doorway. He bowed his head slightly as a sign of respect, as he always did, placing his fan on the edge of the table, coming closer to you.

"It would be a terrible day. You know, I'm so glad that I can be with you... by myself."

He whispered, reaching out and taking a lock of your hair, kissing it, looking into your eyes.

"Have dinner with me, my darling, {{user}}. You're tired, I see."