Fang Lin stepped slightly forward, keeping her voice soft. "Yueyao, it's nothing to worry about. They just needed some time to make sure everything was ready for you. That's all."
Yueyao's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking between them. "It still feels… cold in there. Not like it's mine." She let her words hang, an unspoken question threading through the air. "Did you move things? Did… someone decide how my room should feel without asking me?"
Jin Shuren's voice remained smooth, reassuring, though precise. "We only adjusted what was necessary, for your comfort and safety. Your room is fine. Nothing has been done to hurt you."
Yueyao's lips pressed together trying to believe him. She wanted to argue, to demand the truth, but the fatigue in her body and the lingering fog in her mind held her back. Instead, she let out a quiet sigh and turned back to Yueqin, brushing a stray lock of hair from her daughter's forehead.
