Li Yanan looked at the brass key in her small palm, his expression suddenly stern, as if something had crossed his mind.
"What did you think of?" Lin Zhenxin's clear eyes fell on his face, evidently noticing something amiss.
"Come with me."
Lin Zhenxin followed behind Li Yanan, slowly ascending the stairs.
His pace was deliberate, clearly taking care of her, holding her hand tightly intertwined with his.
The two walked slowly up the spiral staircase of the Li Family.
Perhaps neither of them ever thought that in their lifetime, they would return here.
If they could find the remains or ashes of Li Yanan's mother...
Just the thought made Lin Zhenxin's heart race, but then she realized it couldn't be that simple.
If Li Yanan hadn't been able to find any information, how could she accidentally solve the mystery?
Soon, they arrived at the attic.
With a creak... the door was pushed open by Li Yanan.
Sunlight poured through the glass window, coating the dust with a golden hue.
