Yin Jiang fell silent and extended his palm. A flame, its heat contained, flickered to life, illuminating the entire room.
The colorful Fluorescent Stones now seemed dull and gray in comparison. However, other beautiful, smooth stones on the walls refracted the light, gleaming brilliantly. Decorations made of vibrant feathers or shells also sparkled.
Si Shuo adored these things. She had absolutely no resistance to all sorts of pretty stones, beads, and feathers.
In truth, the combination of decorations and the choice of colors was… questionable. It was gaudy in a tacky sort of way, which perfectly suited Yin Jiang's clueless-guy taste.
But he was willing to go to all this trouble just to please her, and that made Si Shuo's heart fill with joy.
