"Honey, do you remember how we met?"
"Of course. I remember you even got arrested after I called the police."
Beneath the dim lights, the elderly Zhou Chen and Su Qing sat close together. They had met at university, and now they had been together for fifty or sixty years.
They had met, grown close, and fallen in love at university, growing old together. Their love had never once encountered a rough patch.
Now both were old and gray, and their children had long since started families of their own. In their modest home, the two embraced and reminisced about the past. They still remembered the question they had been asked most often back then:
"What kind of person do you think he is?"
They could always give the same answer in perfect unison:
"To me, he/she is perfect, without a single flaw."
