The little kang bed was covered with a woven mat, and the temperature in the room quickly rose.
The bedroom faced the sunlight.
At this very moment, it was noon, and Qingyu simply moved the blooming dry marigolds and snowdrops to the windowsill.
She also moved He Xuerong's textbooks and her schoolbag over from the study, and very soon, the small room turned warm and beautiful.
He Xuerong was very pleased, she took off her shoes and rolled around on the kang bed for a while, and then started to look for her own drawings to stick on the wall.
When Qingyu finished preparing lunch, the father and daughter had just finished their business.
During the nap time, He Xuerong was in her own bedroom.
Qingyu couldn't help but check on her twice, but to her surprise, the little one adapted very well, sleeping on the small kang with her little face all flushed.
During the daytime, things were fine, but Qingyu was worried about the night.
