There was a bouquet of hanging begonia in the bathroom.
Sunlight poured onto the begonia, the fragrance dispersed, all worries vanished, and it was wonderfully perfect.
Ning Youguang was on a video call with Ming Jinxin: "During the renovation, I was always torn about whether to tear down this bathroom and redo it because I didn't quite like the two deliberately matched marble slabs on the wall. Now, the more I look at it, the more pleasing it feels—not because of those two slabs, but because the overall harmony is more important than the individual details. Sometimes being too caught up in details can make us lose the grasp of the whole picture."
"Aren't you glad you didn't redo the bathroom?" Ming Jinxin on the other side had a headscarf on, her bare shoulders exposed, "I said this hard decoration's color tone really complements your favorite Aesop!"
"Indeed." Ning Youguang laughed and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to take a bath," Ming Jinxin said.
