As the Maybach slowly entered the Ford family manor, Sheila couldn't help but hold her breath.
What came into view was a Gingko Avenue stretching a hundred meters long, the golden fallen leaves crunching under the wheels, as if paving a golden carpet leading to a fairytale world.
At the end of the road, a vintage-style mansion, ancient styles with modern aesthetics, stood majestically, its blue-gray hip roof reflecting a warm luster in the setting sun.
"This is..." Sheila rolled down the car window, and a faint fragrance drifted in the autumn wind.
"Mother loves magnolias." Killian pointed to both sides of the mansion, "Those eight are century-old ancient magnolias, transplanted by grandfather from Riverland."
The car turned past the fountain pool, and Sheila finally saw the full view
