a warmful day
On a bright morning, Jin woke up in his humble abode, feeling the familiar pain in his back. With a customary sigh, he muttered, "Damn this bed," before pushing himself into an upright position.
Despite his frail and pale appearance, Jin was quite handsome. At the age of fourteen, he possessed long, beautiful white hair. He had a certain understated elegance and a quiet, gentle charm.
Groaning, Jin decided to visit his grandfather, Adrian, before setting out to gather herbs for the day. But first, he needed a bath.
Adrian, bustling in the kitchen and singing as he prepared soup, greeted his grandson with a warm and kind smile. "Good morning, Jin. Did you get a good rest?"
Jin replied with a weary sigh, "Well enough."
Adrian smiled. "Tonight's soup will be delicious, so make sure you come back early today."
Jin smiled back. "Oh, look at the old man bragging about his cooking."
