Upon arrival, I was struck by the simple and unpretentious environment, but after settling in, I discovered its subtle charm. There was no deliberate attempt at luxury; the plain walls were warmed by the sunlight, and the colorful paintings at the corners shimmered with soft hues, like a corner of the evening glow captured in the room. The floors were made of old wood, making no harsh sounds underfoot. The staff spoke softly, and even the tea served was lukewarm. Without any unnecessary noise, sitting in a chair by the window and daydreaming, time seemed to slow down. It felt as if I had stepped into a secluded mountain retreat from an ancient painting, my heart gradually calming down, and I almost forgot my return date.