Yang Ming's heart finally quieted down; he had to face what was inevitable. He had indeed been avoiding things too much, and it was all his fault. If only he had treated her well, she and his younger brother wouldn't have…
But, didn't she really like him? It had only been a few days. Had she already taken a liking to his younger brother? A sense of jealousy inexplicably rose in his heart!
As Yang Ming thought this, he walked into the new house he shared with Xiaoxiao. As soon as he entered, he noticed that his room had changed.
A kitchen range had been added to the outer room, and his desk had been moved there. Everything was arranged very neatly.
Upon entering the room, he saw a writing desk decorated with floral fabric, which held brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone, along with unfinished copies of books. There was an exquisitely crafted cabinet on the bed-platform, and a peculiar chair sat on the floor. The room was cleaned thoroughly.
