Inside the bedroom.
Zeng Rou curiously looked around. Even though her own room at home was much bigger, she still felt this room was superior. She didn't know why, but the whole room's arrangement was refreshing and comfortable.
All the furniture and decorations were extremely exquisite and dust-free. An unknown refreshing fragrance filled the air, wistful and soothing, fainter than sandalwood, but longer-lasting.
"Jiaxue, your room is so big. These two houses must be pretty expensive." Ning Jing sighed. She would be lying if she said she wasn't envious. She lived in a dormitory while others lived in big houses, and they even bought two at once.
But considering the relationship between Lin Jiaxue and Tang Qing, she felt no jealousy. They were a couple meant to be. You can't envy fate. It was their destiny.
All she could do was silently bless them both.
