The Hidden Journal

The weight of the past pressed heavily on Feng Ruoxi's shoulders as she sat in her study, staring at the box of belongings she had retrieved from the Feng estate. The dim glow of her desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, the silence stretching thick and heavy. 

This was all that was left of Pang Yuwei—her mother. 

Feng Ruoxi's fingers hesitated over the lid of the box. She had thought she knew who her mother was—a woman who had fought for survival in a world that never welcomed her. But piece by piece, that image had begun to unravel, revealing layers of secrets that refused to stay buried. 

Now, she was no longer sure. 

With a deep breath, she removed the lid, her heart pounding as she reached inside. 

Old letters, faded photographs, and personal trinkets greeted her fingertips. The scent of aged paper filled the air as she carefully sifted through the items, her gaze scanning over each one with meticulous attention.