The exquisitely crafted nanmu spiral staircase extended ever upwards. Wei Anning craned her neck, and for a moment, she felt the illusion that the staircase had no end.
She followed Mrs. Barnett upstairs, and the second floor was equally splendid, adorned throughout with classic British-style decoration.
In a short time, Mrs. Barnett stopped in front of a room and pushed the door open to enter. Wei Anning did not follow but instead wandered the corridor, admiring the murals on either side.
As an architecture student, she had an instinctual habit of paying special attention to a building's structure, and Wei Anning was no exception.
The design of this castle was extremely refined, making perfect use of space. As she reached the end of the corridor and looked down from the windowsill, suddenly there was a creak from behind her.
At the very end of the corridor, the door of the last room swung open, and a tall, imposing man stepped out.
