Xu Huan’s fingertips touched the cold metal of the keypad, and she skillfully entered the six-digit code.
The electronic lock gave a soft "beep," and the door slowly creaked open. A scent of sunken sandalwood mixed with the fragrance of ink rushed out to meet her, as if she had opened a door through time leading to the ancient past.
"Wanyu? I’m coming in," Xu Huan said softly, her voice echoing in the empty foyer.
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