They followed her through the sprawling mansion, their footsteps muffled by plush carpeting that probably cost more than most people's cars. The afternoon sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting everything in a golden glow that felt almost surreal given the circumstances.
Li Meili's room was exactly as she remembered it, soft cream and gold tones that made the space feel like something out of a luxury magazine. The massive four-poster bed was dressed in what looked like Egyptian cotton, the duvet so perfectly arranged it seemed criminal to disturb it. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the gardens, where manicured lawns stretched toward a koi pond in the distance.
It felt familiar. Safe. This was technically her home now, even if it didn't quite feel like it yet. The transition from struggling college student to resident of a billionaire's mansion still gave her whiplash if she thought about it too hard.
