The world crumbled before her eyes, shattering into countless fragments, only to reassemble itself again.
Gradually, a ringing filled her ears, and a clamor of voices grew louder.
"Oh, Mr. Lin, please forgive this unannounced visit. As you know, this Nabo Garden is a matter of great cultural importance for the entire city..."
Light and shadow coalesced once more.
Su Ling'er opened her eyes.
The familiar gate, the familiar stone lions, and that fat steward, whose familiar face made her want to vomit up her breakfast.
The rolls of fat on his face quivered as he spoke, the sycophantic expression caught in their creases identical to before.
She was back again.
Once more, she stood before the gates of the Lin Mansion.
Su Ling'er's eyes darted to the figure standing beside her.
Lin Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, his expression impassive.
