The room was devoid of ornaments, and even the essentials were of plain color, including the bedding. Zhuang Ruolan's eyebrows knitted tightly, "This place you're living in is too simple. If there are no decorations, write a list and I'll have people provide them for you." Such spartan decor could not help but reveal the owner's purist desires. A child of ten, already devoid of life's pleasures, accustomed to such a simple and austere life—it made her worry.
Yueyao, smiling, said, "I have many exquisite and delicate things stored in my warehouse, but it is not appropriate to use them while I am in mourning. Moreover, I quite like it this way, simple and unadorned."
Zhuang Ruolan still felt it was too much.
