A plain carriage with no designs or patterns was stopped in front of the gate.
The drizzle had momentarily ceased, or perhaps the weather of Belfast didn't extend to Himfast, a hundred and fifty miles away.
Behind the openwork gate, the dilapidated manor devoid of greenery revealed itself; the path extended from behind the gate to the front of the building, circling around the fountain.
The road had been swept clean, and occasionally, groups of two or three could be seen moving in and out between the manor and the building.
This place had not been abandoned.
"It has become an academy now... It hadn't changed last time I was here," Anna said, gazing at the young boys and girls, her tone mixed with an indescribable sentiment.
If she hadn't died, she would be about their age now.
"Where did you go last time you were here?" Lu Li asked.
"Back home, and I visited my mother..."
