It isn't her first time entering Lu Zhanbei's room, yet each visit feels different.
Like him, Lu Zhanbei's room feels cold, a kind of coldness where no warmth can be felt wherever you go.
In fact, Gu Qianqian always thought bedrooms should be decorated warmly to give a sense of life.
But when she thinks about tempering 'warmth' onto Lu Zhanbei, even she finds it unsuitable.
Perhaps someone like Lu Zhanbei should reside in such a room. At least it has the same disposition as him…
Human feelings are odd. When you dislike someone, no matter how nice their surroundings are, you'll feel it's awful.
But when you like someone, even if the room's colors are just monotonous black and white, you can still feel an affectionate connection there.
So whatever Lu Zhanbei likes, Gu Qianqian likes too.
There's just one thing. Eating fried rice in a room of such style feels... out of place…
Especially when two people are sharing a plate of fried rice.
