When Lina walked through the Yang Mansion doors, the maid and butler barely contained their expression.
"Welcome back—" they froze in shock.
Even the head butler was startled. He opened his mouth and closed it. Then, with trembling eyes, he glanced over at their Young Miss. Lina was nothing like the woman she was five years ago. There was no hatred, no anger, but acceptance. The maturity of half a decade was evident. She had always been an adult, even when she was a child, but now, she had truly lost her innocuous gaze.
"Welcome back, Young Miss."
Lina barely acknowledged him. She simply glanced in his direction. With each step, her high heels clicked on the porcelain tiles of the house she grew up in. The air felt chilly, despite the heaters. The corners were darker than usual even with all of the crystal chandeliers in the world.
Whilst Lina moved on, so did her family.
"Lina."
