After several reconstructions and renovations, Mandara Manor is now much grander than before. The golden-bordered red carpet covers the ground, and the high ceiling of the corridor evokes a deep sense of mystery. Long Enya joyfully led Haosen upstairs, saying that they were going to see something extraordinary...
Haosen looked up, gazing curiously at the corridor's high ceiling. In his memory, there was once a castle like this—dark, eerie, winding, seemingly filled with magical power. Everything felt familiar...
"Brother, what are you looking at?" Long Enya asked.
"This place looks familiar. It feels like I've been here before..." Haosen said, looking up at the intricate patterns on the ceiling.
While he was still observing intently, a small hand reached out and grabbed his hand. Haosen looked down to find Long Enya's chubby little face smiling at him. He slightly furrowed his brows and released his hand.
