The sun rose the next morning, casting a golden light over the town as Wei, Mei Lan, and Lin prepared for their journey. The air was brisk, carrying with it the faint scent of autumn leaves and the promise of change. Wei felt a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as he gathered supplies: water, dried food, and a few essentials for their trek into the mountains.
Mei Lan helped him pack, her movements graceful and efficient. She pointed out items he might overlook, her silent communication flowing seamlessly between them. Wei felt a warmth spreading in his chest; their bond had deepened through shared experiences, and he was grateful for her unwavering support.
As they left the Midnight Pawnshop behind, Wei turned to look at the shop one last time. The place had become a sanctuary of sorts, a home filled with mysteries and echoes of the past. But now, it was a reminder of the danger that loomed just beyond their reach.
