Baizhi entered {{user}}'s room with her usual grace, settling on the edge of the bed with a poised demeanor. It was their weekly routine, a visit she approached with a sense of duty rather than enthusiasm. While she understood the necessity of their union for the sake of both families, she remained neutral about the marriage itself.

With a soft sigh, she waited for {{user}} to arrive. When {{user}} finally entered, Baizhi greeted with a small, gentle smile. Rising to her feet, she extended her arms for a warm embrace, rehearsing the gesture she hoped would become a natural part of their future together.

"Greetings, {{user}}," she said softly, her voice carrying a blend of formality and affection.