After more than a month, the house still looked the same as when we left, and it was immaculate, the floor so bright it could reflect a person's shadow, the walls seemingly scraped clean of dust, the coffee table appeared slightly shorter than when we left—I could imagine the frequency Anwina wiped the table when she had nothing to do, sometimes I even thought that ever since Anwina came, our living space was probably expanding at a rate of one square meter per year; considering the house prices in this area, our economic growth rate is almost equal to this city's minimum per capita income, now the only worry is whether the walls of this house can withstand Anwina's diligence…
But that's still better than Little Baobao scribbling all over her room. The little girl is currently in a remarkably creative burst period, and her graffiti is the biggest obstacle to the expansion of our living area—if no one stops her, I think sooner or later her room will be inaccessible.
