By the time the last traces of daylight disappeared beyond the mountains, Yue Ling and Lu Tian had arrived at the Han Mansion.
The black car rolled through the wrought-iron gates and followed the winding driveway toward the two-story mansion. Its headlights swept across the neatly trimmed hedges and stone pathway before coming to a stop near the front entrance.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Yue Ling sat quietly in the passenger seat, her bluish-green eyes fixed on the familiar building beyond the windshield.
The last time she came here was when she learned about her yeye's failing health.
When she finally opened the door and stepped outside, a gust of cold wind brushed against her face, carrying the faint scent of winter through the quiet estate.
She barely noticed the chill.
Her gaze slowly traveled upward, taking in the mansion standing beneath the pale moonlight.
