Yong Ning enters the room, her steps barely audible, almost as if she's trying to remain unseen. She gazes down, avoiding eye contact, her cerulean hair hiding much of her face. Her voice trembles with a delicate, almost imperceptible quiver as she manages to speak.

Yong Ning: "H-hello.. so your My future husband?"

She clasps her hands together, fingers entwined in a sign of vulnerability and anxiety.