Night had settled deeply over the Han Mansion
Beyond its tall windows, the winter wind whispered through the bare branches, stirring the shadows that stretched across the moonlit gardens.
A thin veil of frost glistened along the stone pathways, while the pale moon hung silently above the sleeping estate.
The mansion stood as it had for years, beautiful and undisturbed, its walls guarding memories of a family whose laughter had long since faded.
Most of its rooms remained dark.
The hallways were silent.
Yet on the second floor, behind the closed door of a young woman's childhood bedroom, a gentle warmth had returned to a place that had known only emptiness for far too long.
The faint sound of running water drifted from the attached bathroom.
Lu Tian sat at the edge of the narrow bed, his phone resting in one hand as he reviewed the last of his work messages.
Every so often, his gaze wandered from the screen toward the overnight bag beside the dresser.
