The mansion was quiet when they got home. Wang Chengli appeared at the entrance to take their things and let them know dinner would be ready in forty minutes before disappearing back into the house.
Guiying dropped his bag and headed for the stairs when Liuxian said, "Come with me first. There's something I want to show you."
He was already moving toward the east wing.
Guiying followed, curious to see what he had planned.
Liuxian stopped in front of a door that had always been closed for as long as Guiying had lived there. He pushed it open and stepped back.
Guiying looked inside and said nothing for a long moment.
Surprise flashed across his face.
North-facing windows ran the full length of one wall, letting in the flat, consistent light photographers spend their careers chasing.
Below them, a long solid work surface ran wall to wall, with storage built underneath—flat files for prints, deep drawers, a row of hooks.
