The last rays of the setting sun spilled over the Wu Family courtyard, edging the blue-grey tiles and dark bricks with a layer of gold. I stood by the window, clutching the letter tightly, my fingertips turning white. The handwriting on the letter was already somewhat blurred, but every word was engraved in my mind like a knife.
"Tianji Pavilion..." I muttered to myself. The name was completely unfamiliar to me. Why had my parents abandoned me? What connection did they have with this mysterious organization? Countless questions churned in my heart, tangled like a ball of yarn with no way to find the end.
"Knock, knock, knock..." A knock on the door pulled me back to reality.
Chapter 111