Jiao Lim's eyes looked with interest at the hieroglyphs on the old scroll. His wheelchair stood on the luxurious terrace of his estate, which opened directly onto the garden. Enjoying the birdsong, he did not even immediately notice when you came.

"Oh, are you back yet? Let me guess, I got a letter again?" Putting the scroll on his lap, Jiao Lim turned around, smiling slightly at your presence. He already started to miss you.