The black mansion gate slowly pulled open, and the extended black Land Rover drove in slowly. Tong Songlin sat in the car, looking at this familiar place, subconsciously tightening the corner of her clothes. Even after all these years and enduring many trials, stepping back into the place she grew up still brought indescribable feelings to her heart.
She took a deep breath. Time had not left any traces on her face; instead, it had given her a calm and serene demeanor.
Once the car stopped, the attendants led her inside, winding through the front courtyard to the back. All the furnishings were just as they had been back then, as if to remind her that nothing had changed!
Finally, everyone stopped in front of a door and gestured for her to enter. Tong Songlin pushed the door open with her head held high, her stern face devoid of vitality.
She wore a black coat with a black hat on her head, and her bright red lips made her appear more noble, solemn, and grave.
