"Sister Ming, why is your style so similar to second brother's?" Ye Qiu's room has a minimalist style, much like Duan Yunquan's, primarily in shades of gray and white, but with more green plants and a few feminine touches.
"I just like to keep it simple."
"Is this a bird stand?" Ye Cheng came to the balcony, looking at the delicate bird stand with great interest. "Will those birds still follow you back?"
In Ye Cheng's eyes, Ye Qiu has always been quite magical. Despite her small chest, she was particularly favored by birds, and back then she even helped them deliver messages. If she weren't his sister, he would think this was some paranormal event—wasn't it said that after the establishment of the Republic, creatures were not allowed to become spirits?
As soon as he finished speaking, a little red-feathered bird flew in from outside and looked at everyone with arrogance.
