The morning light streamed through the blinds as Grandma stood by the window, smiling as she welcomed the sunlight.
Feeling well each day, Grandma found herself moving her limbs without pain. Opening the glass window, she breathed in the fresh wind, tinged with the scent of grass and jasmine.
"There must be flowers nearby," Grandma remarked.
Draymond's villa truly felt like a sanctuary, surrounded by tall green trees, fresh flowers, lush grass, and picturesque mountains. Birds chirped in the air, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city's luxurious hotels.
Grandma felt a sense of belonging; she didn't miss her own house because she felt at home there.
After washing her face in the bathroom, Grandma stepped outside her room, only to encounter Zarina descending the staircase. Zarina was dressed smartly in trousers and a polo shirt, her beige bag hanging from her arm.
