The old mansion was very quiet. It was dark inside, except for some dim lamps that lit the long hallways. Yu Lin walked slowly down the hallway. His breathing was shallow and quiet. The soft sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty house as he approached his room.
When he reached the door, he opened it and stepped inside. Suddenly, his whole body froze. He felt that someone was already sitting inside his room. He wasn't alone.
Slowly, almost instinctively, Yu Lin's hand went to his dagger at his belt. He gripped the handle tightly, fingers curling around the cold metal. His heart hammered against his ribs as he reached for the light switch on the wall.
Click.
The lights turned on.
Yu Lin's heart almost stopped when he saw the person sitting on his bed. It was Miss Yan. For a moment, many feelings rushed through his mind: happiness, longing, respect, fear, and even guilt.
