The bud

The breakfast for today was Japanese styled for her Grandfather Dowon had wished for it to be like this, and after staring at him, Jinhee had a slight clue on why he wanted so.

He must have been reminiscing about her Grandmother and Mother. At time, Jinhee found him too pitiful. At his age, he had no one around him that he could trust, and in her last life, she turned out to be a disappointment.

Thinking about that made her heart clench painfully, and raising her head to look towards him, a bright smile was upon her face. She was determined to not let him feel lonely in this life of hers.

"Grandfather Dowon, I was craving for Japanese meal for a long time, and this tastes absolutely delicious," Jinhee vocalised as she extended her chopsticks toward the salmon.