Why Not Make Things Fun?
Hong Zhao soaked in the warm water, sighing with delight. It had been since the inn within Naje that he had the pleasure of a bath. The warm water was mixed with a fragrant aroma that he could not place, yet it had a soothing scent, making both his body and mind relax. Though he was only eleven years old, he gave off the presence of an old man with weariness in his soul as his arms held the rim of the bath tub. Looking up, he dropped his head further into the water, sending his long black hair waving slowly as if they were snakes trying to slither away.