No matter how you looked at it, this was surely the room of the true master of the house.
Yebai said, "After my dad and mom got married, their wedding room wasn't even here."
With that said, after his wife passed away, Xiao Jianming wouldn't stay in this room anymore.
The moment he gently pushed open the two doors, the sunshine that greeted him was like something out of a fairyland, tinged with strands of dreamy light.
The window sill, facing south and catching the light, was partly obscured by hazy curtains gently fluttering in the wind. The bay window was filled with bunches of beautiful white lilies. The crystal-clear water droplets rolling on the petals of each lily, plump and glistening, indicated someone had just tenderly cared for them.
It was clear that every moment the master was away, someone was specially maintaining this place.