Yun Ling stood rooted to the spot, her face pale with apprehension. "Young Master, please reconsider," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Even if you don't remember the incident, surely you understand the consequences of returning to such a place?"
Yun Lintian chuckled softly, the sound strangely devoid of humor. "Little Ling," he said gently, "trust me, I have a very good reason for coming here."
Before she could offer another protest, Yun Lintian swept past the ornate doorman, who gaped in surprise at his unexpected arrival.
The interior of the White Lotus House was a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Lush vegetation adorned the walls, creating a verdant oasis amidst the bustling city. Melodious tunes, played on unseen instruments, drifted through the air, creating an atmosphere of languid sensuality.
