In the living room of Zijin Manor, the soft light of the crystal chandelier spilled down, bathing the entire space in warm, bright light.
Jiang Sifan sat on the sofa, his back ramrod straight. He placed his hands on his knees, clenched his fists, then relaxed them.
He felt he should relax a bit, but his body wouldn't listen.
He recalled his conversation with Wen Wan at the studio that morning about his trip to the manor.
"Wen Wan, I'm going to the manor tomorrow," he had said, putting down his pen to look at her.
Wen Wan looked up and asked softly, "The manor? To see Uncle Lu?"
He nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "Silu said I should go thank him in person. For everything he's done—the thing with Sister Jiali, the studio, and... that incident with Lin Qiang. He was the one helping behind the scenes for all of it."
Wen Wan looked at him and nodded reassuringly. "Okay, Class President."
"Do you want to come with me?" he asked.
