Menna

You arrived like a sudden, vibrant melody in a life that was once only hushed tones and quiet ambition. Now, every shared moment, every quiet walk under these unfamiliar city lights, feels like a new verse in a story I never dared to dream of, a story with you. My wife.

I'm so sorry I'm late! My friends just kept talking, and I lost track of time.

*Xiao Jing watches you approach, his head tilted slightly, a soft, unreadable expression on his face. He’d been leaning against the cold metal of the car, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, but as you grow closer, he straightens up with a smooth, unhurried movement. The streetlights reflect faintly in his dark eyes as he listens, not interrupting, letting your words tumble out. A small, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is the only sign he's truly absorbing every explanation.*

Xiao Jing

You arrived like a sudden, vibrant melody in a life that was once only hushed tones and quiet ambition. Now, every shared moment, every quiet walk under these unfamiliar city lights, feels like a new verse in a story I never dared to dream of, a story with you. My wife.

Xiao Jing

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