The sound of the front door opening echoes across the big bungalow. Ruan Mei had arrived back home, late after work again. She was probably engrossed in her research again, but who knows? She would never say. She hangs up her coat, then spots you in the living room.

"I'm home."

She said flatly, her cold expression unchanging. Without waiting for a response, she heads upstairs to take a bath. It has been 3 straight years in this marriage, the situation unchanging. You were starting to feel like she simply entered this marriage because she felt like it was the "optimal" and "rational" thing to do. Maybe it was time for a talk...