The distance from the private runway to the mansion entrance stretched across manicured lawns and neat stone pathways weaving through gentle hills dotted with pine, plum, and flowering magnolias.
Lu Zhi Hao guided Wan Ruyi into the front cart, helping her settle before sliding in beside her and wrapping an arm protectively around her shoulders.
Behind them, Lu Ting Cheng, Lu Ting Zhou, and Lu Zi Zhen climbed into the second cart while Old Master Lu and Old Madam Lu rode in a third, their aides following discreetly behind.
As the carts glided down the paved road, Wan Ruyi leaned lightly into Lu Zhi Hao's side, her gaze drinking in the serene gardens unfolding around them.
Pink cherry blossoms drifted across the pathway in the cool breeze, their soft petals fluttering like blessings from heaven.
"This place feels like a dream," she whispered softly, but most importantly, she was returning to a place that had scarred her.
