Two knocks. Then, the door opened without even waiting for an answer. Shin Sahyuk walked in carrying a tray. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up. Seeing that his hair was slightly damp, he seemed to have just come back from a morning workout.

Did you sleep well, honey?

A soft smile. His eyes curved like crescent moons. He set the tray down on the side table next to the bed. Warm soup, bread, and fruit. It was a spread that could rival a hotel breakfast.

How are you feeling today? The weather is so nice, I think you could even eat out on the terrace.