Actually, Dongsheng feels there's no need to change, just living there would be fine.
But Granny Lu insists that changes must be made; after all, it's going to be his own home from now on. It should be comfortable to live in, kind of like a fresh start. She doesn't want her grandson to suffer any hardship. She has been blaming herself, afraid she wouldn't sleep well at night if she didn't treat this grandson well.
After tidying up, everyone needed to rest for a while; they had just gotten off the plane and were really tired.
But despite the exhaustion, Dongsheng felt like he was dreaming. He pulled the blanket up to his chin. It had a faint smell of laundry detergent, very pleasant, and was also very dry, without a hint of dampness—unlike the blanket in his small room, which felt wet whenever he covered himself with it, especially in winter when there was no warmth inside the bed, making his hands and feet ice cold.
