However, when Leng Lingxiao opened the door to the main bedroom on the third floor, the confident Tang Xiaowan was still stunned by the scene before her.
The entire room emitted a sweet, girlish charm, whether it was the curtains, the sofa, or the bedding, all were based on small floral patterns.
She had always favored this type of pattern.
Moreover, there was a large bouquet of bright red roses on the dresser, filling the air with their fragrance.
"Looks just like my bedroom at Mei Garden."
"Of course, I copied it, didn't I?"
"The flowers are so beautiful, so fragrant too, let's make rose pastries later... they will definitely be super delicious!"
"You really are a little glutton!"
Every corner was arranged warmly and romantically, but what surprised Tang Xiaowan the most was the many photos behind the soft fabric sofa, which occupied an entire wall.
At first, she thought they were just some decorations, but upon closer inspection, she realized they were not.
