C828 Behind the Joy Is the Worry

Beneath the dim light, a teapot blackened by smoke released a searing steam.

Boiling water flowed from the kettle, filling a teacup.

Jalal Mills lifted the cup, bringing it close to his nose for a gentle whiff.

Despite his familiarity with the country's finest teas, which he had grown weary of, he found a peculiar fondness for this coarse, unrefined brew.

"You've handled this matter well