The two of them made their way through a deep forest path, finally arriving at their destination—the Zhao family's long-abandoned ancestral home.
The lush woods concealed the old mansion, making it feel like a corner of the world forgotten by time.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, casting mottled patterns across the crumbling walls and adding an eerie beauty to the stillness.
Zhao Dong expertly parked the car in an unremarkable clearing, then cautiously led Xu Yafei toward the old house.
Xu Yafei looked around, her eyes betraying her surprise. She had never imagined that Zhao Dong's family possessed such a secret place.
The old house was far more dilapidated than she had imagined. The walls were covered in ancient vines, which grew wantonly as if telling a story of unspoken loneliness. The courtyard was a desolate scene, overgrown with weeds.
