Mandha Manor in the morning mist was even more gloomy than I had imagined. The towering walls were overgrown with vines, and the bronze studs on the heavy gates were covered in stubborn rust, as if no one had set foot here for years. Mu Wanqing stood beside my shoulder, her fingers unconsciously stroking that fountain pen—ever since I taught her to write her very first word, this gift from the modern world had never left her palm.
"Are you ready?" I asked softly.
She took a deep breath, her gaze complex. "No matter what is inside, I need to know the truth."
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