Leng Youchen curved his lips into a faint smile, a flash of light suddenly appeared before him. He followed the light to look at the main castle, where the curtains swayed. He pursed his lips and asked calmly, "Shall we go in and take a look?"
"Yes."
After her adoptive mother passed away, she didn't have the courage to step in here. Now with Leng Youchen by her side, she felt very secure. The two walked in, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the floor, indicating that this place had long been abandoned.
Dust floated in the air, spider webs were woven in the corners.
The living room wasn't large, but the arrangement was very cozy, like a small home. Wei Anning stood in the center of the living room, inevitably touched with sadness.
Who would have known that her joyful journey to report to the University of London would encounter so many bizarre happenings, and in the end, she'd lose the adoptive father and mother who raised her for 20 years.
