Serena lowered her head to type: "Going home for Mid-Autumn Festival."
Seeing her fixated on the phone screen, Jasper Grant asked gently, "Is there something urgent to handle?"
"No." Serena set her phone to silent and put it back in her bag. "Just a notification text from the municipal government—reminding everyone in the city of an air raid siren test."
"They have routine tests every week, no need to pay it any mind," Jasper replied.
"Mm." Serena responded.
The internal architecture of the Grant family home was intricate and winding. The two of them passed through several halls, dining rooms, and gardens before stopping at a heavy rosewood door.
Within the tea room, the scent of tea lingered gracefully.
Against the wall stood a painted enamel clock, whose hands made a soft sound as they swept over the Roman numerals.
