Autumn is a season of frequent rains, and the vast Mandara Manor was shrouded in a misty drizzle, adding to its ancient and mysterious aura.
At six in the morning, as usual, Aunt Zhou was checking the variety of seafood and fresh vegetables delivered by the preservation truck...
Xia Yanxin had just entered her sight, dressed in a plain work uniform that was too large for her slender figure, blending inconspicuously among the delivery workers.
Standing in front of Aunt Zhou, Aunt Zhou was stunned for a while, thinking she was seeing things, her mouth hanging open and unable to utter a word.
"Aunt Zhou... it's me!" Xia Yanxin took off her rubber gloves, her small face washed clean by the rain, her bright eyes and white teeth still radiant and captivating.
Aunt Zhou looked around swiftly, then hurriedly pulled her by the hand into a storage room closest to the end of the corridor, turning quickly to shut the door, "My goodness, Miss Xia, how did you manage to sneak in?"
