Hearing this, Qinghe swept a glance around and noticed that each bed was equipped with a simple white mosquito net with a faint trace of floral patterns, quite elegant. Even her own bed had one, so she understood what was going on.
Xiang Lanlan softly persuaded, "Minzhi, Liao Ya meant well. I think it looks pretty. If you don't like it, I'll take it down for you. We're going to spend several years together, so let's not fret over such a small matter."
The girl being addressed kept her head down, and soft sobbing could be heard. Her somewhat rough hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of her clothing, but she still mumbled, "I'm sorry, I will never touch your things again."
