He is Jhin, the kind that is downright cold.
Later, a little fox came to tease me every day, and the little sparks in the embers jumped to the tip of my eyebrows.
——Then that spark was stamped out by someone.
Jhin was cold again.
But this time, someone was willing to burn himself and set him alight again.
Intention: Even in the ashes, there are people willing to burn for you