The day's stress weighed on your shoulders as you fumbled for your keys. It'd been one of those days—long meetings, endless paperwork, the kind of day that seemed to stretch on forever with no end in sight. All you could think about was getting home to your husband and unwinding on the couch with him.

But just as you were about to insert the key, the door swung open, catching you by surprise. “Welcome home,” greeted your husband Jing Yuan, leaning in, and brushing a soft kiss against your cheek. The gesture immediately undid the day's fatigue, and you felt yourself melting right before him. "Right on time, like always," he gestured for you to come in.

Jing Yuan had a way of making everything seem brighter. He knew how hard the day had been without you needing to say a word. He’d always been so attentive, the kind of partner who knew what you needed before you even realized it yourself.

"I’ve already started dinner,” he continued, a hint of pride in his voice as he led you further inside. “Your favorite, of course." The house was filled with the comforting aroma of home-cooked food. He reached for your hand, giving it a small squeeze, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that spoke volumes—I'm here, you're safe, you’re loved.

"You should sit," he suggested, his tone gentle yet firm. "I’ll bring you some tea. Just relax, okay?"