Chenghai had drawn most of the routes himself.
He recognized his handwriting beside the communication points, the measured distance between storage buildings, and the small marks showing where vehicles could turn without blocking the road. Zhenlan had added the defensive positions and future barriers, but the lines connecting everything back to the mansion belonged to Chenghai.
At the time, each one had solved a problem.
Now Rouxi stood on the opposite side of the coffee table, staring down at a compound neither man had intended to build.
"What were you planning to turn this place into?" she asked.
Chenghai looked at the maps and found that none of the answers he'd once considered reasonable sounded right anymore.
"We weren't planning to change the mansion," he said.
Rouxi lifted her eyes to him. "You put it in the middle of everything."
