Such a space, though comfortable and open for most people, was quite lonely for the young Yurong. Without a teacher around, painting and playing the piano by herself here was indeed a solitary thing. No wonder she later went through a rebellious phase, when her parents were too busy to control her, she would run wild with spoiled brats, and prank others for fun.
Li Yan hugged her with one arm and stroked her hair with the other, reassuring her, "Actually, when you've flown a lot, you'd start longing for this kind of peace. Aren't you free to fly now?"
"Yeah, that's why I often prefer living in the dormitory. Although the environment isn't great there and I have to share a small space with others, at least I don't feel lonely..." Saying this, Yurong suddenly laughed, "But now I'm not lonely anymore. Whenever I feel lonely, thinking of you makes me not lonely."
