Indeed, that is part of it. [Maybe he'll tell Jinwoo more about it later.

The golden ginkgo trees haven't lost all their leaves yet, giving the house an autumnal vibe despite the occasional stubborn patch of snow on the ground right now. Zhongli opens the door almost as soon as Jinwoo finishes knocking. With it comes the scent of freshly-brewed black tea and ham soup.]

Jinwoo, [he says, and he can't keep the smile out of his voice. He's taken his gloves and coat off, so he's just wearing a gray shirt with a tie. His leylines are visible on his forearms, but hopefully not too distracting.] It's good to see you.

[He steps aside. There are a set of black house slippers sitting out for Jinwoo to step into.]

Make yourself at home. I've already set the dining room table, if you are hungry.