Chapter 161 Blind Trail

• The doors were glass, spotless, and inviting, reflecting the towering trees and bright sky above. Beyond them, I could glimpse a spacious, warmly lit lobby bustling with tourists and staff. Red lanterns dangled from the ceiling inside, swaying gently with the movement of air. The rich aroma of Sichuan spices traveled faintly in the breeze, teasing my senses and briefly distracting me from my racing thoughts.
• The courtyard was equally captivating. Paved with polished stone, it featured a serene water fountain at its center, the soft gurgle of flowing water adding to the tranquility. Small garden beds of vibrant chrysanthemums and bonsai trees lined the walkway, and I spotted a few travelers lounging in wicker chairs beneath parasols, their laughter carrying faintly over the sound of the fountain.
• For a moment, I felt the urge to stay lost in the beauty of this place, to forget everything—the glow of our skin, the tension in Dominic’s eyes, the storm brewing inside me. But the moment passed, as fleeting as the tranquility I had found earlier.