The moment Snow Jiang stepped out of the car, the night air wrapped around her like a quiet warning. It wasn't cold, but the breeze carried a chill that brushed against her bare shoulder. The Gu mansion stood tall and proud in front of her.
Reporters crowded behind the ropes, their voices blending into a restless buzz. The flashes from their cameras came like lightning, white and harsh, forcing her to blink every few seconds. She could feel eyes on her, judging every move she made, every inch of her dress, every smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Adrian Qinn stepped out from the other side of the car. His tall figure drew attention instantly. The air seemed to tighten around them. He didn't say a word or even look her way but his silence was louder than the reporters shouting his name.
