Stepping out of the bathroom, Chen Yuan dried his hair. The housekeeper had already taken the laundry basket from outside the door.
The sisters' bedroom was quite large.
Unlike their cozy, somewhat playful bedroom in Lanjing, this one felt much more grand and stately.
He couldn't tell if the faint floral pattern on the walls was part of the original design or merely wallpaper, but it shimmered with a subtle, purplish-gold hue when the lights were on. The curtains were opulent and grand, and two simple, elegant paintings hung above the headboard.
Treading on the soft carpet, Chen Yuan took another look around the bedroom.
The reason he thought of it as the sisters' room, rather than just Jiangg Ning's, was because he could tell at a glance that Ningning and Yaoyao always slept together when they were here.
Two pillows.
