They walked through long corridors and hallways; everything was grand and had an atmosphere of overwhelming riches.
After walking for some time, they finally reached a door at the back of the mansion, leading into the atelier where an entire wall was a window, allowing for a lot of sunshine to enter the room.
Inside, Yan Meilin was seated on a small chair in front of a working table; her hands were adding pins into a piece of clothing, clearly getting ready to sew it.
When she heard the door open, she gently placed the fabric in her hands down on the table and turned around.
She smiled gently, and her eyes paused on the two hands that held each other, her smile deepening slightly.
"Welcome, welcome my dears!" she said as she stood up and went over, hugging Jiang Yingyue, completely ignoring her own son.