C15 Memories from the past

Ziyan Qing stood frozen, facing the villa.

He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. His breath slowed, body swaying ever so slightly as if bewitched by the sight before him. The marble walls shimmered under moonlight, wrapped in layers of mist and mystery. The air around him pulsed—not with wind, but with something deeper… something forgotten.

And then—he saw her.

A little girl, no older than thirteen