Feng Suyin stood at the threshold of the Feng family mansion, her heart thundering in her chest like a drumbeat of dread. The ornate entrance loomed before her, boasting marble floors that gleamed under the muted sunlight filtering through high windows. Shadows danced in the corners, stretching and contracting as if echoing her unease. She could almost hear the whispers of generations past, their expectations hanging heavy in the air.
With a shaky breath, Feng Suyin stepped forward, her shoes clicking against the cool surface, each sound amplified in the vastness of the hall. The grand staircase spiraled upward, its polished banister glistening with a deceptive warmth. Memories of her lonely childhood echoed in her mind, but they were fleeting—drowned out by the weight of the moment.
