The moment You Mingxu stepped through the front door, she paused.
The living room was still the same, and no furniture had been changed, but it seemed much brighter, radiating a faint glow. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the floors, walls, tabletops, the arms of the sofa, and even the framed picture of her mother hanging on the wall, had all been cleaned to perfection. That was why the room seemed to be subtly glistening.
Did Yin Feng treat this old, rundown house as though it were a five-star hotel to be cleaned?
Apart from that, there were also more decorations and little trinkets scattered around. For example, on the museum shelf, there were a few more toys of little pigs and rabbits. The natural wood dining table was draped with a warm-toned cartoon tablecloth. A red fabric was draped over the upholstered sofa...
To someone who didn't know better, they might assume she had a child, You Mingxu thought to herself.
