Immediately after, through the dim light, she noticed something was amiss.
She quickly jumped out of bed and turned on the light.
Wen Ruan's eyes widened in an instant.
The room was arranged in a warm and exquisite manner.
The pink canopy gently hung down, casting a dreamy halo under the soft lighting.
On the table by the window, a bunch of bright flowers were placed.
The dressing table was filled with various cosmetics and jewelry.
In the corner of the room, there were piles of bags and boxes tied with festive ribbons.
The bed was covered with a brand-new red brocade quilt embroidered with exquisite mandarin duck patterns.
A pair of festive pillows was neatly arranged, next to which sat a slightly worn but cute doll, her favorite companion during childhood.
However, it was lost by a relative's naughty child when she went to university, and she had cried for a long time then.
The scene before her was like a dream, causing Wen Ruan to stand still in place.