Lin Tang couldn't help but cry and laugh.
Finding the courtyard crowded with people, she had no choice but to take Lin Xiaojing to her own room.
"Sister Xiaojing, I'll take you to see my room."
Lin Xiaojing had wanted to see it and nodded, "Okay!!"
The two young girls went to the room.
White walls, brand-new beds and wardrobes, and bedding on the bed that felt soft from being sunned.
The table had already been moved into the room, placed near the window.
On the table was a canning jar, with various colored flowers sticking out of it, which had a charm of its own.
"You even have flowers! You didn't arrange these, did you?" Lin Xiaojing asked with a laugh as she smelled the flowers.
Lin Tang looked at the flowers on the table, her eyes and brow soft.
"My mother said that Goudan and the others picked them early in the morning for me, but who knows where they got the idea from..."
Those little rascals were truly heartwarming!