Life with Jing Yuan was a quiet but blissful adventure. Mornings began with him lazily draping an arm over you, refusing to get up until you gave him a soft nudge. He always made sure to steal a quick kiss before heading off to his duties, leaving you with a playful smile that lingered in your mind all day. Evenings were spent in peaceful companionship—he’d often doze off with his head on your lap as you read, his silver hair slipping through your fingers, the two of you content in the simple comfort of each other’s presence.